THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 115: What are you doing here?

Chapter 115: What are you doing here?

Arthur casually strode through the grand corridors of the birthday auditorium, his footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors, a sense of satisfaction in his stride.

He had made sure his men had quietly whisked Angel away, ensuring she was out of the way and no longer a distraction.

Now, with that minor obstacle out of the picture, he could fully indulge in the festivities that awaited him, the music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses.

He had every intention of enjoying the party to the fullest.

But as he turned a corner, lost in thought about the evening’s pleasures, his body unexpectedly collided with someone coming from the opposite direction.

With a jarring jolt, he looked up, only to find himself face-to-face with Tryson, a man he hadn’t anticipated running into.

The moment was awkward, charged with a tension that Arthur hadn’t expected, the shift in his mood instant.

Just as Arthur was about to receive a phone call from his men regarding Sophia, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He could feel the vibration, his mind already preparing for the report.

His men had been instructed to take care of her, and he was eager to hear how things were progressing.

But before he could answer, fate seemed to have other plans.

The moment his finger hovered over the phone’s screen to accept the call, he found himself colliding with Tryson, whose presence seemed to freeze the air around them.

His eyes, once calm and indifferent, instantly grew cold as he stood face-to-face with the man.

Without a second thought, his fingers slid swiftly across the screen, rejecting the call with a dismissive swipe.

His gaze then rose to meet Tryson’s, and in that instant, a surge of pure resentment flooded through him. The atmosphere between them was thick with tension, the disdain palpable.

Tryson, too, wasn’t unaffected by the encounter.

His mind raced with everything his man had revealed about Arthur—details that only deepened his disgust.

A sneer tugged at his lips as he locked eyes with the man before him, feeling the heavy weight of the animosity that simmered between them.

In a sudden, unpredictable move, Tryson reached out and gripped Arthur’s collar, pulling him in closer.

Without warning, he shoved Arthur back with force, sending him stumbling.

But instead of responding with anger, Arthur let out a monstrous, almost menacing laugh, his voice echoing through the corridor.

His eyes gleamed as he studied Tryson, who, with a deliberate gesture, removed his mask.

In that charged moment, it was clear to Arthur that Tryson had done his homework—he had investigated him, learned his weaknesses, and now here they were, face to face, two adversaries locked in a silent battle of wills.

The revelation didn’t faze Arthur.

If anything, it only sharpened the edge of his amusement. The game had just begun, and neither of them would back down easily.

"So, what story did you find out?" Arthur said, his voice dripping with cunning as he slowly regarded Tryson, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Tryson’s gaze burned with an intensity that could scorch, his anger palpable.

He stood frozen, the urge to strike Arthur overwhelming him, but the weight of everything Arthur had done gnawed at him—pushing his rage into a simmering cauldron of fury.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Arthur’s cold, mocking stare, his frustration building with every passing second.

"What are you doing here?" Tryson asked, his voice cold, yet laced with suspicion.

He could feel the tension between them thickening, like the calm before a storm.

Just as Arthur prepared to respond, a low, menacing chuckle slipped from his lips, and Tryson’s patience began to fray.

Arthur raised a hand, but instead of a strike, he reached for the hand Tryson had used to grip his collar earlier. With a slight tap, Arthur brushed the dust off his clothes, a gesture that was both playful and infuriating.

"Should I remind you that this is my aunt’s birthday party? So, just like everyone else, I have an invitation," Arthur said, his tone dripping with mockery.

He locked eyes with Tryson, a knowing smirk on his face. Tryson’s expression shifted, and for a moment, the edge of tension between them seemed to loosen. His grip on Arthur’s collar softened, but the disdain in his eyes remained.

Arthur’s calm, yet dangerously measured voice broke the silence. "So now, would you be a good boy and let’s not create a scene at a party?"

His words were deceptively placid, but the dangerous undertone was undeniable. Tryson could sense the threat hanging in the air, just beneath the surface.

But there was something else that gnawed at Tryson—a deep, unsettling feeling.

He had known Arthur for long enough to recognize that this was no mere coincidence.

Arthur was never just here for the party.

He had a purpose, a hidden agenda, and Tryson knew that whatever it was, it was not to be taken lightly.

Tryson’s mind raced back to that gala event when Angel had been coerced into accompanying him as his fiancée.

He remembered how Arthur had shown up, not as a guest, but for a far darker reason.

Arthur had come to do business—illegal business, hidden behind the guise of a social gathering.

The gala was nothing more than a convenient cover for Arthur’s dealings, and Tryson could not forget how he had used Angel to further his own twisted objectives.

But what disturbed Tryson even more was the realization that Arthur had manipulated Angel into activities that were far from innocent.

She was deeply involved in operations that had the power to shake the foundations of anyone who even dared to look at her the wrong way.

It was Arthur’s way of controlling her, of using her to blackmail and manipulate people to get what he wanted.

Tryson clenched his fists, his teeth grinding in frustration. He had watched from the sidelines for far too long, but now, things had gone too far.

Arthur had crossed a line, and there would be consequences. One wrong move, and Arthur would pay for his sins—he would make sure of it.

But before he could act, Tryson needed to know what Arthur was up to now, what game he was playing at this very moment.

Arthur, noticing the shift in Tryson’s demeanor, couldn’t help but smile, pleased to see the man releasing his grip on his collar.

Arthur stepped back, brushing off his clothes with an air of indifference, as if nothing had happened. But just as he turned to walk away, Tryson’s voice sliced through the air.

"Trust me, you’re not going to get away with whatever you’re doing," Tryson spat, his tone thick with warning.

Arthur stopped in his tracks, a smirk curling on his lips as he turned to face Tryson, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. It seemed he had been right.

Tryson had discovered something—how fascinating.

Without missing a beat, Arthur tilted his head, his voice dripping with feigned innocence.

"And what might that be?" he asked, his words laced with mock curiosity.

"You know exactly what I’m talking about," Tryson snapped, his voice tight with restrained fury.

His hands were clenched into fists, the anger boiling beneath the surface, but he was careful—careful not to let it control him just yet.

Arthur took a slow, deliberate step forward, the smirk still plastered on his face as he stood inches from Tryson, the tension between them reaching its peak.

Neither man was backing down.

After all, the games were just beginning.

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