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 after me, he deserved his own

since he looked

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

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

only to get pissed off. Some damned manager tried to harass

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

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

was walking past the lobby, someone suddenly blocked my way. A man in a white long-sleeved shirt

slapped

checking. I thought I

I haunt

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

grabbed my

his voice sweet and seductive-almost

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

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

was almost done with my vanilla ice cream, and

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 companion, just

"About our child-"

the ice cream cup down forcefully, glaring at him. He had the nerve to come here and bring that up? It wasn't like him to do this.

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