THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 145: About the thoughts

Chapter 145: About the thoughts

Kelvin’s hand hovered on the cold metal knob, fingers tightening slightly before he slid the passkey into the lock.

The light blinked green with a faint click, and without wasting a second, he pushed the door open.

The moment the door swung wide, his sharp gaze landed on Tryson, sprawled across the bed in a deep, almost unnaturally heavy sleep, completely unaware of the chaos waiting just outside his room.

Without hesitation, Kelvin stepped inside, Jude and two other men following closely behind as they hurried into the dimly lit space.

The men immediately began searching the room, yanking open closet doors, checking behind the curtains, even peering under the bed, their movements brisk and purposeful.

All the while, Jude’s attention remained fixed on Tryson, his footsteps quick as he crossed the room and knelt beside the bed.

Once the men confirmed the room was empty apart from Tryson, Kelvin moved toward Jude, a concerned frown tightening his brow.

One of the men quietly approached, holding out a glass of water.

Jude took it without a word, his motions careful as he leaned forward and gently sprinkled droplets of water onto Tryson’s face.

The cold liquid made Tryson stir almost instantly, his eyebrows twitching, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as he fought to claw his way out of sleep’s heavy grip.

His eyelids fluttered open slowly, sluggish and disoriented, his eyes squinting against the dim light.

A sharp, pounding headache bloomed across his forehead, forcing him to wince and instinctively lift a trembling hand to cradle his head.

"Tryson, hey—are you alright?" Jude asked quietly but urgently, his eyes scanning Tryson’s face with visible concern.

Tryson grunted faintly, forcing himself to sit upright even as he rubbed his temples.

His breathing was uneven, his thoughts foggy, but the heaviness that had wrapped around him moments ago seemed to be lifting, little by little.

For a moment, the room was filled with tense silence as everyone stood there, watching him recover.

Finally, as his vision cleared and he became aware of the cluster of men standing around him, Tryson’s gaze sharpened slightly, his forehead creasing in confusion.

"What... what happened?" he rasped, his voice dry and hoarse.

Jude exchanged a quick glance with Kelvin before answering, his expression serious but still soft with concern.

"We should be the ones asking you that, Tryson. You told us earlier that you had information—you said you knew where Angel was and that you were coming to meet us. But then you vanished. We couldn’t find you anywhere."

Tryson’s lips parted, but no immediate answer came. His brows knitted together as he struggled to piece together the fragments of memory slipping away from him.

After a few seconds, he murmured, his voice low and uncertain, "Honestly... I don’t remember much. I know I was about to leave the hall, and then... nothing. It’s all blank."

He trailed off, his eyes distant as he tried to fill in the missing pieces, but no words came.

"Alright, easy now," Jude said, placing a calming hand on Tryson’s shoulder. "You don’t need to force yourself right now. But earlier, you said you knew exactly where Angel was. If you can still remember anything—anything at all—please tell us. We’ll take it from there. You just need to rest."

Tryson didn’t speak for a long moment. His eyes seemed distant, his brows faintly furrowed, like he was trying to reach into the farthest corner of his mind to drag out something he couldn’t quite grasp.

Whatever thoughts were running through his head clearly unsettled him, leaving an almost tangible weight in the air.

"Let’s just get out of here," Tryson finally muttered, his voice low and strained. "I’ll follow along."

The room fell quiet after that.

No one said a word.

It wasn’t the kind of silence that begged to be broken — it was the kind that came when everyone instinctively understood that Tryson wasn’t in the right place to talk, that whatever he was trying to recall was clawing at him from the inside.

Without pressing him further, the others quietly moved, allowing Tryson to step out of the hotel first. The weight of their unspoken concern lingered behind him like a shadow.

Moments later, the soft click of the car doors signaled the start of an uneasy ride, with Tryson and Jude seated in the backseat, the tension between them almost as heavy as the air outside.

Jude finally broke the silence, his voice gentle but laced with worry. "You really don’t remember anything, do you, Tryson?"

Tryson’s jaw tensed at the question. His eyes remained fixed on the window, watching the blur of passing streets like they might somehow trigger a memory he couldn’t reach.

"I don’t," he replied after a pause, his voice dropping into a low, frustrated growl. "Nothing."

Jude could feel the frustration radiating off him, the weight of confusion and helplessness gnawing at Tryson’s edges.

And honestly, knowing the kind of man Alex was, Jude wasn’t surprised.

If there was anyone ruthless enough to block Tryson’s path and leave him in this state, it was Alex.

He would do whatever it took to keep Tryson from discovering the truth — from getting his hands on their final result.

But whether Tryson remembered or not, they couldn’t afford to stop now.

"You know," Jude began carefully, his voice quieter this time, "I saw Alex today."

That made Tryson shift, finally dragging his gaze away from the window to look at Jude.

"He’s serious about this," Jude continued, his expression grim. "I always knew he wouldn’t back down easily, but the way he’s moving now... it’s like something’s shifted. Like he’s ready to burn everything down if it means he wins."

Jude let the words hang in the air, watching the flicker of something — maybe recognition, maybe dread — flash in Tryson’s eyes.

"I just wonder," Jude added quietly, "what exactly he’s willing to do this time... and what he’s already done."

"Liam family," Tryson suddenly muttered, almost like the name had slipped out before he could stop it.

Jude’s head snapped toward him, his brows knitting into a deep frown. "What?" he asked, clearly puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

Tryson’s eyes narrowed, as if he was carefully pulling the fragmented thought from somewhere buried deep in his fogged memory.

"I remember now, Jude," he said, voice low but steady. "Before everything went black... before all this happened, I remember hearing Alex mention something. He said the Liam family was behind everything. That they were the ones pulling the strings."

Jude’s frown deepened, confusion flashing across his face.

"The Liam family? Why the hell would they suddenly have anything to do with Angel? What interest would they possibly have in her?"

Tryson shook his head slowly, frustration flickering in his eyes. "I don’t know," he admitted, his voice rough. "It doesn’t make any sense. It doesn’t fit... but then again, none of this does."

He paused for a moment, lips parting slightly as another piece of the puzzle seemed to click in his mind.

"Arthur—" Tryson whispered, his gaze distant again, like the name itself opened a door in his memory.

Jude’s eyes widened slightly. "Arthur?" he repeated, trying to follow where Tryson’s thoughts were leading.

"What if it wasn’t just Alex?" Tryson continued, voice growing sharper now. "What if Arthur... was the one who took her?"

The words seemed to hang in the air like a thunderclap.

Jude sucked in a sharp breath, staring at Tryson, and for a second, neither of them said anything. But the possibility suddenly made too much sense to ignore.

Tryson gave a slow, almost reluctant nod, confirming the dark realization they were both beginning to piece together.

Jude broke the silence first, exhaling heavily. "You know what, Tryson... before you get too deep into this, I think you need to get checked out."

Tryson’s brows furrowed.

Jude continued, his voice calm but firm.

"I mean it. Go to the hospital, get a full blood panel done. If Alex and Arthur were involved, I wouldn’t put it past them to have drugged you, injected something into your system to mess with your head. That would explain the gaps in your memory."

Tryson looked like he wanted to argue, but Jude shook his head, cutting him off.

"Let me and Kelvin handle the rest for now," Jude added. "You need to get yourself back first. If something’s in your blood, we need to know what it is before it’s too late."

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