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, he

smirked, deciding to change the topic since he looked so uncomfortable. "Did

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

ones discussed in the board meeting earlier. I needed to 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

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

to do..." I grabbed his shoulders tightly, hearing

his shoulder as he cried out in pain before leaving the room. I'd make sure

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

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

I might

haunt even your dreams?" He

I couldn't help but laugh. "What do you

my wrists,

his voice sweet and seductive-almost enough to

silently watching as I ate my ice cream. I

him, but judging by the way he was acting, it seemed like he was

was almost done with my vanilla ice cream, and he still

of ice cream. "Or maybe you just wanted someone to eat

"About our child-"

like him to do this. He'd always seemed indifferent about what happened to me. He hadn't even tried to

conversation is headed," I said, grabbing a