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.

something-I knew it. Sooner or later, he'd find someone, and honestly, it was about

change the topic since he looked so uncomfortable. "Did the board

pulled some folders from his desk

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 profitability. Of

Mason's office, only to get pissed off. Some damned manager tried to

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

I'd make sure Mason heard about this.

A man in a white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks. His

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

checking. I thought I might

that mean I haunt even your dreams?"

safer to call it a nightmare, Ash." I couldn't help

grabbed my

talk," he said, his voice sweet and seductive-almost enough to make

it wasn't. Ash sat across from me, silently watching as I ate my

way he was acting, it seemed like he was

my vanilla ice cream, and he still hadn't

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-"

up? It wasn't like him to do this. He'd always seemed indifferent about

is headed," I said,