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.

and honestly, it was about time. After all the years he spent looking

deciding to change the topic since he looked so uncomfortable. "Did the board meeting

his watch. He pulled some folders from his desk drawer and handed them to

certain parts of the statements. Using that, I crafted suggestions to help improve the company's profitability. Of course,

I headed to a vacant room next to Mason's office, only to get pissed off. Some damned manager tried to harass me. Maybe he thought

don't have anything professional to do..." I grabbed his shoulders tightly, hearing a satisfying crack. Probably a bone. "...

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

lobby, someone suddenly blocked my way. A man in a white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks. His curly, messy hair

are you doing?" Ash asked as I suddenly slapped him. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but he

thought I might be dreaming," I

that mean I haunt even your dreams?" He

to call it a nightmare, Ash." I couldn't help

my wrists,

sweet and

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

way he was acting, it seemed like he was

done with my

this a staring game?" I asked in frustration, taking the last spoonful of ice cream. "Or maybe you just wanted someone

"About our child-"

He had the nerve to come here and bring that up? It wasn't like him to do this. He'd always seemed indifferent about what happened to me. He hadn't even tried to contact me all these

headed," I said, grabbing a napkin from the table