The following morning, right after the grand gala event, the Tryson residence was transford into a breathtaking spectacle.
Various workers were strategically positioned throughout the house, diligently preparing every area for Tryson's comfort and readiness as he prepared for his day at work.
As Tryson made his way down the staircase, Kelvin, who served as Tryson's dedicated assistant, had already arrived at the house.
His promptness ensured he was there well before Tryson awoke.
"Good morning, Mr. Tryson," Kelvin greeted as they headed to the dining area of the house.
Once Tryson settled into his chair, the maids promptly attended to him, and his butler served him a cup of tea.
"Thank you," Tryson said as he began eating, while Kelvin patiently sat in the chair across from him.
After a while, Tryson noticed sothing unusual.
A frown appeared on his face, and he decided to inquire with Moses, his butler, about Angel's whereabouts.
"Mr. Tryson, Mada woke up early and left the house before we could attend to her. She seed to be in a rush," Moses replied calmly, unprepared for what followed.
He flinched when Tryson's hand thundered against the table, sending a harsh glare his way.
"Moses, listen carefully. The next ti Angel is about to leave this house, ensure she is well-fed and attended to. I don't want her getting sick, understood?" he instructed coldly as Moses nodded.
Tryson clenched his teeth, unable to shake off the silence from Angel since that night and the events that unfolded.
He realized he shouldn't be this anxious, yet he couldn't control it.
After his recent revelation, he was determined not to lose her again.
Once was enough; this ti, he intended to keep her, regardless of what the contract stated.
The idea of Angel leaving without eating turned his stomach, and he abruptly rose from his seat, catching Kelvin off guard.
"We're leaving," Tryson announced, departing swiftly with his al barely touched.
*
As soon as Angel entered the office, all eyes turned towards her, accompanied by a chorus of whispers.
They sward her with questions as if they were reporters.
"What does he sll like?"
"I've heard he's heartless."
"Wow, how did you manage it?"
Naturally, these inquiries arose because they discovered Tryson was engaged to Angel.
Last night, shortly after Angel was introduced to Riley as Tryson's fiancée, the mont she erged from the restroom, Tryson's family announced her engagent to him in public.
The dia went into a frenzy the following day.
People were clearly taken aback by the revelation, as just two months ago, Tryson was reportedly set to marry Riley Sam, only for the narrative to shift suddenly, declaring his decision to wed Angel instead.
They were whispers and spiteful remarks, yet there was also a sense of intrigue among everyone.
How did it co about?
It appeared that when Angel was masquerading as Tryson's fiancée, their relationship remained out of the spotlight, which was part of the agreent, but now, it was no longer intact.
Angel tried to clear her mind from the barrage of questions, which made her feel queasy.
Fortunately, Sophia arrived just in ti to lead Angel away from the crowd to a more secure location.
Angel settled on the couch as Sophia knelt down to et her eyes.
"Are you alright?" Sophia asked with genuine concern, not appearing ready to inquire about the incident like the others had.
Angel exhaled deeply, her hand moving to her forehead for a soothing massage.
"I'm just so exhausted," Angel whispered, lifting her gaze to Sophia, who seed to comprehend everything perfectly.
"Yeah, after all those questions. I'm just relieved they didn't hurt you," Sophia expressed, her tone filled with worry.
A knock on the door suddenly drew their attention, and they turned to see Arthur's secretary entering.
"Miss Angel, Mr. Arthur would like you to visit his office," the man said courteously.
Angel nodded, then glanced at Sophia, who already sensed the underlying complications.
"Arthur," Angel exclaid as soon as she entered his office, but suddenly gasped when a hand grasped her and lips pressed against hers, savoring the mont.
Shocked, she pulled away.
"Arthur, have you lost your mind?" Angel questioned, observing Arthur's face, which seed to be seething with anger, before he shouted.
"Yes, I'm crazy, Angel. I'm crazy in love, and you think I can just stand by and watch?" he declared.
Angel stared at him in disbelief, surprised by his behavior.
Arthur realized imdiately that he had overstepped, causing him to take a deep breath.
After calming himself, he said, "Angel, hear out," as he moved closer, but she lifted a hand to halt him.
"Angel, please. I'm doing everything I can to ensure your safety! With the headlines and what happened yesterday, did you think I would just ignore it?"
"But I assured you that I would handle it."
"Well, you're not doing enough," he remarked with a calm deanor, and this ti he stepped closer, his gaze filled with deep concern as he gently held Angel by her arm.
She lifted her head to et his eyes, and then he spoke again.
"Tryson does not deserve soone like you. I'm the only one who truly does, and you shouldn't go to him, Angel," he pleaded with earnest sincerity, but Angel found herself at a loss for words.
She parted her lips slightly, swallowing hard before speaking, "Do you really think that's enough, Arthur? Why don't you just let handle my own ss?"
"No, Angel, please concentrate on . I promised to stand by your side through every challenge, and regardless of what Tryson is doing, I can step up and help you out. Besides, he's clueless about your circumstances, and do you really think he can offer you any support? Trust , I know that family well, and when I say they're not dependable, I'm telling you the truth, Angel. You can't rely on them."
"So, what exactly are you suggesting I should do?"
"I would like you to end your alliance with Tryson and choose to join instead, Angel."
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