THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 134: A case against Tryson

Chapter 134: A case against Tryson

Angel’s head snapped toward the door the instant she heard the soft yet unmistakable click of the latch.

Her body remained frozen in place, her pulse steady yet alert, as she expected Tryson to be the one stepping inside.

But the moment her gaze landed on the man who actually entered, a wave of disappointment dulled her features, her expression settling into an involuntary frown.

The man before her was fair-skinned, impeccably groomed, and draped in an expensive, tailed suit that screamed luxury.

Every inch of him exuded refinement and authority, from the polished sheen of his shoes to the way he carried himself—calm, poised, and utterly unbothered.

"You must be Miss Angel, if I’m not mistaken," he said, his voice smooth, measured, and oddly confident.

Angel blinked, her curiosity instantly piqued. Who the hell was this man?

Straightening her posture, she ran a hand through her hair, adjusting it as if she needed to prepare for whatever was about to unfold.

She made a conscious effort to relax, slipping into a more comfortable position, though her sharp eyes never left him.

The man moved with quiet precision, stepping toward the seat across from her, which Arthur had carelessly forgotten to remove from the room.

Without hesitation, he settled into it, his movements deliberate as he crossed one leg over the other.

"Who are you?" Angel murmured, her voice low but firm, her mind already working through possible explanations for his unexpected presence.

The man met her gaze with an air of effortless composure. "I’m Arthur’s lawyer," he stated plainly. "He informed me that there were certain matters you’d want to discuss, which is why I’m here."

Angel’s frown deepened, confusion flickering across her face. "Arthur told you that—?"

"Yes, precisely," the man interjected smoothly. "He mentioned it was regarding your family... and the possibility of pursuing a court case against Mr. Tryson."

Angel stiffened. The words hit her like a sudden gust of cold wind, knocking the breath out of her lungs.

"What are you saying?" she blurted out, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and simmering frustration.

Tryson’s betrayal still clawed at the edges of her mind, a festering wound that hadn’t even begun to heal.

The mere thought of him made her blood boil, her fingers itching to rip something apart.

But this? Taking legal action? That was a step she hadn’t even fully considered.

Yet now, with this man sitting across from her, stating it as if it were already set in motion, the idea suddenly felt more real than ever.

And for the first time, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face it.

"That’s a lot to take in, ma’am," the lawyer said, his tone measured but firm. "I understand that you’re angry—rightfully so—but if you’re willing to hear me out, you need to file a case against Mr. Tryson. What he did was absolutely despicable, and taking legal action is the only way to ensure your protection moving forward. Thankfully, Mr. Arthur managed to pull you away from his grasp in time because..." He hesitated briefly, his expression darkening. "Because there are things we discovered—things we weren’t prepared to tell you just yet."

His words sent an unsettling chill down Angel’s spine. Her brow furrowed, and she narrowed her eyes at him, suspicion and unease creeping into her chest.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion and an undercurrent of dread.

The lawyer didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit with a smooth, deliberate motion, retrieving his phone. Without another word, he turned the screen toward Angel.

Her breath hitched.

For a moment, she just stared, her body growing rigid as her mind struggled to process what was in front of her.

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

Then, slowly, her lower lip quivered as she bit down on it, as if trying to suppress the wave of emotions threatening to break free. Her vision blurred, tears welling in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall—not yet.

The weight of what she had just seen pressed heavily on her chest.

Betrayal burned through her veins like acid, and for the first time, she felt it completely—Tryson had used her.

Not just hurt her. Not just lied to her. But used her, as if she had been nothing more than a pawn in whatever twisted game he had been playing.

Had she been a fool?

She clenched her jaw, her thoughts racing wildly.

She had once questioned whether she had made the right choice by keeping the truth from Tryson—by not telling him the father of her child. But now... now she knew.

She had done the right thing.

Tryson didn’t deserve the truth.

He deserved suffering. The same suffering he had inflicted on her, the same anguish that was now clawing at her soul.

Her hands curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to steady herself.

Sniffing softly, she blinked away the tears threatening to spill and turned her gaze back to the man in front of her.

"What’s your name?" she asked, her voice no longer weak, but firm—steady.

Because one thing was certain now.

She wasn’t going to let Tryson get away with this.

"Aiden Reeds," he simply answered and then he watched as Angel gave a subtle nod acknowledging him.

"Where are the papers? I want to sign them against him," Angel declared, her voice steady and unwavering.

In that moment, she exuded an air of resolute determination, as if she had already made peace with the consequences of her actions.

There was no trace of hesitation—only a fierce resolve burning in her eyes.

Aiden, unfazed by her intensity, merely gave a curt nod before reaching into his pocket.

With practiced ease, he retrieved his phone and pulled out a sleek digital pen, swiftly navigating to the necessary documents.

Without a word, he extended the device toward her, silently directing her to sign the papers that would officially set her case against Tryson in motion.

As soon as the final signature was in place, Angel handed the device back to him, her fingers briefly brushing against his.

Aiden took a glance at the screen, ensuring everything was in order before locking eyes with her. A small smirk ghosted his lips as he spoke with quiet confidence.

"Well, you can be sure the case will be officially filed within the next hour. Until then... I’ll see you later."

With that, he turned on his heel and made his way out of the room, his movements calculated and unhurried.

The door clicked shut behind him, but he wasted no time.

As soon as he stepped into the dimly lit hallway, he raised his phone and dialed a number. The line rang for a few moments before the call was finally answered.

"It’s done, Arthur," he said smoothly, his voice carrying a weight of finality.