THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 157: What is going on?

Chapter 157: What is going on?

"Hey," Jude greeted as he strode toward Michael, his sharp gaze flickering between him and Tryson.

Without hesitation, he extended his hand, and Michael reciprocated with a firm, professional handshake.

The exchange was brief, yet something about it felt oddly calculated.

Even after withdrawing his hand, Jude couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling gnawing at him.

His eyes darted between the two men, lingering on Tryson, who remained seated, unnervingly silent. A sense of unease settled over him, as if an unspoken tension hung thick in the air—something was going on, and he was clearly the last to know.

"Is there a problem?" Jude asked casually, masking his growing suspicion behind a composed exterior.

He finally broke his stare away from Tryson and refocused on Michael, already expecting an explanation.

"I thought you were out of the country," he added, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of skepticism.

Michael gave a small nod, confirming the statement before speaking.

"Yeah, Jude. I was. But I got back early this morning. Something happened with Angel last night—something serious. Tryson and I have been working through the situation ever since." His tone was direct, as if hoping to clear any lingering doubt.

But instead of reassurance, Michael’s words only deepened the tension.

Jude’s expression hardened, a deep frown etching across his face as his unease turned into suspicion. Slowly, he turned his attention back to Tryson, who remained on the couch, his silence speaking louder than any words ever could.

"What does he mean by that, Tryson?" Jude asked, his voice calm yet laced with curiosity. He hadn’t expected what happened next.

Without warning, Tryson shot up from his seat, his movements sharp with frustration.

He strode towards Jude, his steps heavy with pent-up anger, and then, without hesitation, slammed a file against Jude’s chest. The impact wasn’t harsh, but the message behind it was clear—it carried weight.

Jude barely had time to react before Tryson spoke, his voice edged with controlled fury.

"Read it."

For a brief moment, a thick silence settled over the room. Jude, still confused, lowered his gaze to the document in his hands, flipping it open.

His eyes scanned the contents, and with each passing second, his frown deepened. The tension in his posture grew more pronounced, and finally, he looked back up at Tryson, his expression a mix of disbelief and unease.

"Are you sure this is from her?" His grip on the file tightened, his knuckles paling.

A wave of tension rippled through him—he was stunned.

Tryson let out a slow breath, his anger barely contained. "That’s what Michael and I have been trying to figure out. But you know what’s worse?" He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Angel actually did this. The court confirmed it, Jude. And so did Michael."

Though his words were measured, there was no mistaking the storm brewing beneath the surface—Tryson was furious.

"This happened to you, Tryson, and you didn’t bother to tell me?" Jude’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but the weight of his words hung heavily between them.

He watched as Tryson let out a sharp gasp, momentarily stunned by the accusation.

"Seriously, Jude? You think I should have told you?" Tryson scoffed, his frustration bubbling over. "Tell me, how exactly was I supposed to handle this? The one woman I’ve been desperately trying to find—Angel—just went and had a case filed against me. And do you know the worst part?" His voice wavered with anger as he shook his head. "I’m sick and tired of chasing shadows, of trying to track her down when she clearly doesn’t want to be found."

Jude exhaled slowly, his expression softening. "Listen, Tryson. I know you’re angry, but you have to think clearly—"

Tryson turned to him sharply, his eyes flashing with disbelief. "Think clearly?" he repeated, almost mockingly, before letting out a bitter chuckle.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and made his way back to the couch, sinking into it with a heavy sigh, his frustration evident in every movement.

Jude glanced toward Michael, realizing that pushing Tryson any further wouldn’t help. Instead, he shifted his focus.

"Michael, the court—" he started, his voice steadier now. "They confirmed the complaint. But when exactly was it filed?"

Michael met his gaze and answered calmly, "It was last night, Jude. That’s what the records show."

Jude’s jaw tensed. He processed the information, his mind racing.

"We’ve been searching for Angel since last night," he murmured, his voice quieter now, more thoughtful. "That means there’s something we’re missing... something we don’t know yet."

His gaze drifted back to Tryson, who sat there, unmoving, lost in his own storm of emotions.

"You, Tryson, of all people, should know that Angel wouldn’t have done this without a reason," Jude said firmly, his gaze locking onto Tryson’s with an intensity that made it clear he was searching for answers. "Something must have happened—something we’re unaware of."

Tryson paused for a moment, as if weighing Jude’s words. Slowly, he nodded, his expression softening just slightly.

"Yeah, I know," Tryson muttered, his voice carrying a hint of resignation. "Arthur must have said something to her. What if she found out about the entire situation? That would explain why she’d file against me."

He exhaled, frustration still evident in his tone, but he was starting to come to terms with the complexity of it all.

Jude shook his head slightly, disbelief lacing his words. "But you know Arthur. There’s no way he’s going to just spill everything to Angel. And even if he did, he’d get involved in the case. If Angel finds out about one thing, she’ll eventually find out about everything. About all of us." He paused, his voice lowering. "This is bigger than we think."

Before Tryson could respond, Michael cut in, his voice calm but carrying the weight of the situation. "Look at what the file says, Jude." He glanced at the document in Jude’s hand before meeting his gaze. "Angel is charging Tryson with murder and manipulation in a private court arrangement. That’s the crux of it. Everything else hinges on that."

Hearing Michael’s words, a deep frown creased Jude’s forehead, his expression hardening as the weight of the situation sank in. His voice was low but sharp with disbelief.

"But Arthur was the one who murdered her mother," Jude remarked, his words carrying a heavy truth. His mind raced, trying to process the tangled web of deception and betrayal that was unraveling before him. How could it have come to this?