Like a pair of honeymooners still basking in the glow of their getaway, Angel and Tryson eagerly stepped off the resort yacht the next morning, their excitent evident as they finally had their phones returned to them.
Ready to dive into the local flavors, they made their way to a charming restaurant, savoring the delicious al before them.
However, the lighthearted mont took a sharp turn when Tryson’s expression darkened—his phone screen was flooded with missed calls, all from Jude.
Just as he was about to return the call, his phone buzzed again, this ti displaying Kelvin’s na. Without hesitation, he excused himself and swiftly answered.
The mont Tryson answered the call, his voice was calm yet curious. "What’s going on, Kelvin?" he asked, his tone light but with an underlying seriousness.
Kelvin wasted no ti.
"Sir, it’s about the viral topic involving you, Miss Angel, and Arthur. We’ve already attempted to wipe it from the internet, but Arthur managed to hold a press conference. During it, he not only released so damaging statents about you but also blad you for the entire ss, claiming you’re the reason things have turned so awkward."
Tryson’s expression darkened instantly. His grip on the phone tightened as his jaw clenched, his teeth grinding in frustration. A wave of irritation surged through him, boiling his blood.
"That bastard," he muttered under his breath. "I knew he’d pull sothing stupid, but this? How idiotic can he get?"
His mind raced with fury, the sheer audacity of Arthur’s actions making it impossible to stay composed.
"So, sir, what do you want us to do about this?" Kelvin asked carefully, his tone laced with caution.
Tryson didn’t respond imdiately.
Instead, he fell into a thoughtful silence, weighing his options. With a deep sigh, he lifted a hand to his forehead, rubbing it gently as he sank into contemplation. The situation was delicate, and one wrong move could escalate things further.
After a mont, he finally spoke.
"You know what, Kelvin? Considering everything, I think we should remain silent for now. When you really think about it, this isn’t just about —it involves Angel, too."
His voice was calm, asured, yet firm in his decision.
As he finished speaking, his gaze shifted toward Angel. She was quietly eating her al, her eyes fixed on her phone screen, seemingly unaware of the storm brewing around her.
For a brief second, Tryson hesitated—protecting her from this ss was his priority, but was staying silent truly the best course of action?
If he wished, he could have blocked the whole ssage but then at that mont he really knew that there was nothing that he could keep from Angel, even if his only intentions was based on protecting her.
"Indeed, Sir," Kelvin replied, demonstrating a sense of conclusion, and shortly thereafter, Tryson concluded the call.
In the very next instant, he positioned his feet to make his way toward Angel, but just then, he was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of his phone’s ringtone.
Almost imdiately, he noticed that it was Jude calling him.
"Jude?" Tryson inquired as soon as he picked up the phone.
"It took an eternity to get through to you, bro," Jude remarked without delay, and at that mont, Tryson let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the conversation.
"I was caught up with sothing," Tryson murmured, his voice sounding far away as if he were lost in thought.
Jude observed him closely for a brief mont before responding, worry clearly visible on his features. "I trust you’ve seen what has been dominating the news lately, haven’t you?"
The mont Jude ntioned the news, Tryson’s deanor shifted dramatically, his expression darkening as his jaw clenched tightly. His voice lowered, tinged with palpable frustration.
"Honestly, I never anticipated that he would resort to such a reckless act. He is truly testing the boundaries—going beyond acceptable limits," he articulated, his tone filled with disbelief and exasperation.
Jude could clearly see where Tryson’s emotions lay, but unfortunately, the news he had to deliver wasn’t going to make things any better.
"Tryson, it has been made abundantly evident by the boss that you are under a strict deadline—you have exactly one day to retrieve Angel. You are well aware of Alex’s thods," Jude cautioned, his tone dropping to a more subdued level. "As if the situation couldn’t get any more complicated, I caught wind that he has successfully allied himself with Samson today."
Tryson’s eyes grew wide as a sudden surge of disbelief engulfed him.
"Hold on—are you being serious right now? He truly managed to arrange a eting with Samson?" he inquired, his voice a mix of astonishnt and growing concern.
"What else did you expect? Because of him, Arthur is stirring up all this chaos," Jude said calmly, though his voice carried an undertone of frustration. "You know how selfish Arthur can be—there’s no way he’d let sothing like this slide without making his move."
He paused for a mont before adding, "And yes, Tryson, about the news—turns out the person who paid the reporters to push the trending story was actually Alex. He was the one who started the whole thing."
Tryson’s expression shifted instantly. A look of discomfort settled on his face as he lifted a hand to knead his temple, frustration evident in his every movent.
"You’ve got to be kidding ," he muttered under his breath.
Jude sighed. "Trust , I wish I were. But it seems like his patience is wearing thin. Maybe that’s why he had soone pull this stunt."
Tryson exhaled sharply, his mind racing. "But what does he even gain from all this?"
Jude’s gaze hardened as he gave the only answer that made sense. "Obviously... Angel."
Tryson bit his lip, frustration flickering in his eyes. In that mont, he turned his head toward Angel, his thoughts racing.
"Why does he want Angel so badly?" he muttered, his voice laced with both confusion and irritation. "Is there really no one else we could offer in exchange for the position?"
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