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.

honestly, it was about time. After all

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

watch. He pulled some folders from his

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

Some damned manager tried to harass me. Maybe he thought I was

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

patted his shoulder as he cried out in pain before leaving the room. I'd make sure Mason heard about this. People like that didn't deserve a place in the

the 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

just checking. I thought I might be

I haunt even your

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

grabbed my wrists, leaning

voice sweet and seductive-almost enough to

like 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 the excess ice cream from my upper

judging by the way he was acting, it

was annoyed. I was almost done with my

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

"About our child-"

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

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