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.

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

topic since he looked so uncomfortable. "Did the board meeting end already? That was

he replied, pointing at his watch. He pulled some folders from his desk drawer and

the financial statements for the quarter-the ones discussed in the board meeting earlier. I needed to review them before speaking with Mason and asking about certain parts of the

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

you don't have anything professional to do..." I grabbed his shoulders tightly, hearing a satisfying crack. Probably a bone. "... keep your damn hands to yourself,

make sure Mason heard about this. People

A man in a

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

I thought I

haunt even

couldn't help but laugh. "What do you want from

grabbed my wrists, leaning

and seductive-almost enough

a date, but it wasn't. Ash sat across from me, silently watching as I ate my ice cream. I even caught him swallowing hard when I licked

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

done with my vanilla ice cream, and he still

you just wanted someone to eat with?" Maybe that's why he wanted to eat here, at our company. Perhaps

"About our child-"

wasn't like him to do this. He'd

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