A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Thomas rubbed his sore knuckles as he waited for his call to connect.

His shock and anger had dissolved into shame and guilt, but it was too late. He had done it. He had allowed himself to be pushed by his emotions. Instead of handling things like a man, he had made everything worse.

"Hello, sir."

The call connected, snapping him out of his thoughts. He straightened, shaking

"Hello, Samuel. How are you doing?"

"Great, sir," Samuel replied. He was the manager at Uncle Mike's other club in Columbia.

"How's business been?"

"Great, sir. We just got our supplies."

off.

Thomas's heart tightened. He was suddenly grateful it wasn't a video call. Sweat beaded on his forehead, intensifying his fear.

"Good, good," he said, forcing himself to sound calm.

He couldn't show his naivety. He had to maintain the tough exterior; ruthless, fearless, even though he was far from it. In truth, he was terrified of Mateo Castro.

His stomach twisted as his mind drifted to last night. It was the same panic, that same fear of everything falling apart, that had made him confront Bailey.

Thinking back, it was reckless and dumb. He could've just let it go, ignored it like a normal person, but instead, he had panicked, confronted a federal agent, and taken his anger out on Silas when he suspected he had spoken to her.

The end was near. He could feel it in his bones. And it was making him unravel.

"Mr. Stone?" Samuel's voice cut into his thoughts again.

"I'm listening." He cleared his throat.

"I said I've sent the rundown of the supplies to you, sir," Samuel repeated.

"Alright," Thomas said, then paused. He didn't want to continue the conversation. "Send me everything via email. I'll check and get back to you. Something just came up."

"Alright, sir," Samuel replied, and the call ended.

Thomas slammed his laptop shut, his heart pounding. All these actions were beginning to get to him, and he could feel the stress taking a toll on him.

Maybe it was time to destress.

pleasure himself to Rosie's sexy video,

lips twisting. "I

he said, slamming two large black bags on the table. His voice was thick

stood. "Could you at least drop them on the

on his lips.

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knew what was in those bags without looking. He swallowed hard.

not? This is

But he's not here, and I don't know

my problem." Then he turned to the door. "I'll be back for payment. Good day," he

"You can't-"

shut, cutting him off.

bags suspiciously, unsure what to

no experience with. He had never watched Uncle Mike handle this; he had always

let out a long sigh. Maybe if he ignored it, he wouldn't have to deal with

walked in?

of fear through him, and he quickly reached it.

let

one bag and slowly opened it. The faint scent of chemicals hit his

can, he would probably see another. layer of packaging, maybe two, but underneath that would be a pouch of fine

seen enough. Just as he was placing the can back

in, her eyes blazing with anger. Chen followed behind her, his face wrinkled

closer, her tone matching her expression. "She just

bag. Ivy saw the rest and her brow creased. Fear raced inside him as he

his throat to ease out his nerves then turned

again, sir," Chen said with

folded her arms. "Since when did you

heart jumped, but he masked it. "None of your business," he

lips curling.

down. "Is that

eyes widened. "You're not that

important,

"Your problems are not enough

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his rising temper. "I have more important things

snapped. "Me? Or your

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