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.

to pleasure himself to Rosie's sexy video, the door

his lips twisting. "I would appreciate

he moved forward, ignoring his statement. "You have a supply," he said, slamming two

stood. "Could you at

on his lips. "The boss wants it sold out before the

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was in those bags without looking. He swallowed hard. "You can't have

head. "Why not? This is how we deliver

carefully. "To Uncle Mike. But he's not here, and I

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

"You can't-"

cutting

the bags suspiciously, unsure what

club business he had no experience with. He had

sigh. Maybe if he ignored

walked in?

a jolt of fear through him, and he quickly reached it. But then he stopped, curiosity surging

let

The faint scent of chemicals hit

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

seen enough. Just as he was placing the can back into

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

need to talk," she said, moving closer, her tone matching her expression.

can in the bag. Ivy saw the rest and her brow creased. Fear raced inside him as he zipped it fast and slid both bags

then turned to Chen. "Thank you, Chen. I'll take it from

Chen said with a bow and

arms. "Since when did you start feeding

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

her hand, her lips curling. "Why did you

"Is that why you're

eyes widened. "You're not that

important, yet here you

her fist on his table. "Your problems are not enough reason to hurt others! That

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

what?" she snapped. "Me? Or your

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