"He was one of our most significant clients—the kind that could make or break a company. And at the ti, I had just been thrust into the role of CEO, barely finding my footing in my father’s empire."
"At first, investing in his company seed like a golden opportunity, a perfect business move. But as ti unraveled, we uncovered sothing far more sinister—fake products, manufactured under my own roof. Worse yet, those very products ended up in his hands." Tryson’s voice was laced with regret, his confession hanging thick in the air like a storm cloud.
Angel felt her breath hitch. Silence wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud as she absorbed his words.
"Believe , I never intended for any harm to co of it," Tryson continued, his voice carrying an edge of desperation.
"It was sabotage. So of my own employees—paid off by those who despised —worked behind my back. They wanted to see fall because they couldn’t stand the idea of soone young taking the reins of my father’s company."
His eyes searched hers, pleading for understanding. But Angel couldn’t shake the unease twisting inside her.
Why was he trying so hard to justify himself?
"What did you do to those workers, Tryson?" Her voice ca out steady, but her heart pounded like a war drum.
Tryson parted his lips to answer—
But before he could speak, another voice sliced through the tension.
"What any competent CEO would do."
The words sent a chill down Angel’s spine. She turned sharply, her gaze locking onto the doorway where a figure had just stepped in.
The mont her eyes landed on him, a jolt of shock rippled through her veins.
Jude Cooper?
At that mont, Angel subconsciously shifted on her bed, her body tense with unease. Slowly, she sat down, her gaze locking onto the man who had just spoken.
"Jude Cooper?" Her voice wavered, a stamr slipping through as recognition sent a jolt of shock through her.
A low chuckle escaped Jude’s lips, dark amusent flickering in his eyes.
"Ah, so you do know already," he mused, his tone calm yet unsettling.
"How could I not?" Angel breathed, still struggling to process his sudden appearance. "You’re one of the key investors in Arthur’s company... practically the CEO of Cee Limited Enterprise."
The weight of her words hung in the air, and Jude rely offered a small nod, confirming what she already knew.
But curiosity gnawed at her. She turned to Tryson, her gaze sharp with suspicion.
"And how do you know him?" she asked, her voice lower now, laced with wariness.
Tryson barely opened his mouth before Jude smirked and answered first.
"We go way back—old buddies, you could say." His smirk deepened as he leaned against the doorway. "But it seems like you’re the one pushing him further than he ever intended to go."
Angel frowned, confusion etching into her features.
Tryson, on the other hand, stiffened.
His entire deanor shifted, his jaw clenching as he shot Jude a sharp, warning glare. A silent ssage.
Shut up.
But Jude rely chuckled again, ignoring the silent plea. His eyes glinted with sothing unreadable—sothing dangerous.
And in that mont, Angel realized one thing.
Jude Cooper wasn’t here for casual conversation
"What do you an by further than he’s ant to be?" Angel asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with an uncertain stamr.
Jude tilted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering. "Whatever Tryson told you... he was telling the truth. And do you know why?" His voice dropped lower, thick with sothing that sent a chill through the air.
Tryson’s breath hitched.
A flicker of panic crossed his face as he shot up from his seat. He knew Jude all too well—he wasn’t one to keep things bottled up, especially when he had the upper hand.
"You know what, Jude?" Tryson cut in abruptly, gripping Jude’s arm a little too tightly. "I think it’s ti for you to go." His voice was firm, but Angel didn’t miss the slight shake in it.
Jude raised a brow, feigning innocence. "But—"
Before he could finish, Tryson was already ushering him toward the door, his movents tense, desperate.
"Maybe another ti," Tryson muttered, gripping the door handle.
But just as he was about to shut it, Jude slyly slipped his foot between the fra, blocking it.
Tryson shot him a warning glare, but Jude only smirked. Then, leaning in, he lowered his voice to a teasing whisper.
"Man, just tell her. Confess already. You’ve been whining like a lovesick fool because you’re head over heels for her."
Tryson stiffened, his grip tightening on the door. His jaw clenched as he exhaled sharply.
"I heard you, Jude," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Just... let do it on my own, alright?"
What had co over Tryson all of a sudden?
He was the bad boy—the nacing king who thrived on danger, who collected exotic experiences with won like trophies.
He had lost count of how many tis he’d heard I love you whispered in the dark, how many lips he had kissed, how many bodies he had claid—yet never once had it ant a thing.
But with just one woman...
Sothing in his chest twisted, foreign and unsettling. What the hell was happening to him?
"Alright then, good luck confessing your feelings," Jude teased, his voice dripping with amusent.
Tryson shot him a glare, but Jude only smirked before stepping back, finally letting him close the door.
The mont the lock clicked into place, Tryson exhaled sharply and turned back to the room. His pulse hamred as his eyes t Angel’s—God—those eyes.
Deep, searching, brimming with a silent intensity that made his throat tighten. She had been watching, observing every detail of what had just transpired.
And she wasn’t about to let it slide.
"What was he going to say?" Angel asked, her voice calm, yet laced with an undercurrent of curiosity.
Tryson’s breath hitched as he took a slow step toward her.
Angel, on the other hand, sat frozen, her heart betraying her with its relentless pounding.
Say it, Tryson, she scread inwardly. Just say it.
She loved him—God—she loved him more than she should.
But she also knew the cruel weight of unrequited love, the agony of falling for soone who might never catch you. And yet, a reckless part of her still hoped.
Just three words. That’s all she needed.
But instead—
Tryson parted his lips, his expression unreadable. And then—
"Jude?" He scoffed, forcing a casual shrug. "I don’t know what he was trying to say. He was just being silly. Don’t waste your thoughts on it."
Angel felt sothing inside her sink.
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