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 after me,

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

at his watch. He pulled some

review them before speaking with Mason and asking about certain parts of the statements. Using that, I crafted suggestions to help improve the company's profitability. Of course, I wanted the company to succeed-bigger

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 I

professional to do..." I grabbed his shoulders tightly, hearing a satisfying crack. Probably a bone.

the room. I'd make sure Mason

blocked my way. A man in a white long-sleeved shirt

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

I might

mean I haunt even your

safer to call it a nightmare, Ash." I couldn't help but laugh. "What do

my wrists,

and seductive-almost enough to make my heart

ate my ice cream. I even caught him swallowing hard when

I had no intention of seducing him, but judging by the way

annoyed. I was almost done with my vanilla ice cream, and he

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. Perhaps he was just looking for a

"About our child-"

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 years. It was

I said, grabbing a napkin from