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.

phone, ready to pleasure himself to Rosie's sexy video, the door opened, and one of Mateo's guards

frowned, his lips twisting. "I would appreciate

ignoring his statement. "You have a supply," he said, slamming two large black bags on the table. His voice was

you at least drop them

look, a smirk playing on his lips. "The boss wants

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realization hit. He knew what was in those bags without looking. He swallowed hard. "You

guard tilted his head. "Why not? This

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

turned to the door. "I'll be back

"You can't-"

door slammed shut, cutting him off.

bags suspiciously, unsure what to

part of the club business he had no experience with. He had never

long sigh. Maybe if he ignored it, he wouldn't have

if someone walked in? Or worse,

him, and he quickly reached it. But then he

he let

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

he opened one can, he would probably see another. layer of packaging, maybe two, but underneath that would be

had seen enough. Just as he was placing the can back into the bag, the door burst

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

her expression. "She

in the bag. Ivy saw the rest and her

his throat to ease out his nerves then turned to Chen. "Thank you, Chen. I'll take

apologize again, sir," Chen said

arms. "Since when did you start

masked it. "None of your business," he said sharply. "Why are

lips curling.

down. "Is that why you're

eyes widened. "You're not that important, hope you

chuckled. "I'm not important,

anger flared, and she slammed her fist on his table. "Your problems are not enough reason to hurt others! That

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the table, trying to control his rising temper. "I have more important things to

snapped. "Me? Or

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