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 opened, and one

frowned, his lips twisting. "I would appreciate a knock before

his statement. "You have a supply," he said, slamming two large black bags on the

"Could you at least

lips. "The boss wants it

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knew what was in those bags without looking. He

head. "Why not? This

But he's

Then he turned to the door. "I'll be back

"You can't-"

door slammed shut, cutting him off.

eyed the bags suspiciously, unsure what

experience with. He had never

Maybe if he ignored it,

if someone walked

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

let

it. The faint scent of chemicals hit his nose before he smelt the coffee

were dozens of tuna cans, small, clean, and unopened. But Thomas wasn't fooled, he knew if he opened one can, he would probably see another. layer of packaging, maybe two, but underneath that would be a pouch of fine white

as he was placing the can back into the bag, the door burst open again, and

Chen followed

her tone matching her expression. "She just barged in, sir," Chen said, his voice wobbling.

rest and her

cleared his throat to ease out his nerves then turned to Chen. "Thank you,

apologize again, sir," Chen said with a bow

alone, Ivy folded her arms. "Since when did you

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

her hand, her lips curling.

sat down. "Is

not that important,

not important, yet

she slammed her fist on his table. "Your problems are not enough reason to

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his rising temper. "I have more important things to worry about than..."

she snapped. "Me? Or

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