Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 122: They’re Dead

"I DON'T want to see you."

That was Mason's greeting as I entered his office. No one else knew that inside his office was my own little workspace-a mini-office he'd set up just for me.

I rarely came here, so it worked fine for me.

"As if." I rolled my eyes. "I told you, I'm your accounting consultant."

I opened the glass door and stepped into my office. The white-and-black-themed cubicle greeted me, complete with a black PC and keyboard to stop the large desk I had personally picked. Simple. Minimalist. Exactly my style.

"You're fired."

I let out a laugh and placed my black bag on the chair. "You can't fire your own sister, Mason-"

I froze mid-sentence when I noticed unfamiliar items on my desk. They weren't mine-pink and overly girly. A ponytail holder and... a lace bra?

"Whose stuff is this?" I asked, gulping as I pointed to the items. "Do you have a girlfriend working here?"

I held up the lace bra, showing it to my visibly flustered brother, who rushed over to snatch it from my hand. What the hell? The thought that he might've done something indecent in my space made me want to gag. Maybe it's time I got my own office.

"Shut up," he muttered, grabbing the bra and the hair tie from me.

something-I knew it. Sooner or later, he'd find someone, and honestly, it was

deciding to change the topic since he looked so uncomfortable.

his watch. He pulled some folders from his

I needed to review them before speaking with Mason and asking about certain parts of the statements.

pissed off. Some damned manager tried to harass me. Maybe he

I grabbed his shoulders tightly, hearing a satisfying crack. Probably a bone. "... keep your damn hands to yourself,

he cried out in pain before leaving the room. I'd make sure Mason heard about this. People like that

A man in a white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks. His curly, messy hair

hell are you doing?" Ash asked as I suddenly slapped him. It wasn't hard enough

I thought I

mean I haunt even your dreams?" He

nightmare, Ash." I couldn't help but

grabbed my

said, his voice sweet and seductive-almost enough to

Ash sat across from me, silently watching as I ate my ice cream. I even caught him swallowing hard when I licked the excess ice cream from

smirked. I had no intention of seducing him, but judging by the way he was acting, it seemed like he was falling for me all

annoyed. I was almost done with my vanilla

said you wanted to talk, but it's been fifteen minutes. Is this a staring game?" I asked in frustration, taking the last spoonful of ice cream. "Or maybe you just wanted someone to eat with?" Maybe that's why he wanted to eat here, at our company.

"About our child-"

here and bring that up? It wasn't like him to do this. He'd always seemed

don't like where this conversation is headed," I said, grabbing a napkin from the table