THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 159: You know your father...

Chapter 159: You know your father...

"Knowing your father, Tryson, there must have been some kind of tactic, some statistic or method he could have laced without you even realizing it. Probably something you inhaled or came into contact with without being aware of it." Jude’s eyes were focused, his thoughts methodical.

"You know your father so well, and you know how he operates. He’s always been a master at these kinds of manipulations, finding ways to slip through the cracks." Jude said, his voice steady but his gaze piercing.

Tryson stood still, his mind working through the possibilities. The thought of his father being so calculating, so subtle in his approach, was enough to stir up a storm of anger and helplessness within him.

He’d been cautious, yet somehow, his father had outmaneuvered him, slipping something under his radar.

"So they really planned this," Tryson muttered under his breath, his voice darkening. "They knew exactly how to get to me."

Tryson sat in silence, struggling to process Jude’s words.

Each syllable felt like a weight pressing down on his chest. The very thought of his father, the man he had admired and loved beyond measure, doing something so unthinkable cut deeper than any wound.

He had trusted his father implicitly, never once imagining that the man who had been his rock would ever betray him so drastically.

The silence in the room seemed to echo his shock, his heart heavy with the truth that this betrayal could be real.

Jude, sensing Tryson’s turmoil, continued, his voice soft yet firm.

"Listen, Tryson. If they injected something into your system, then it must mean they were planning to do something to you, something that could have triggered whatever you’re going through now. There’s no way around it—the operation, the mafia ties, everything... It all points to the fact that something went terribly wrong."

Tryson’s mind raced, his thoughts clouded with a whirlwind of confusion and betrayal.

As much as it pained him to admit it, Jude’s words made a disturbing amount of sense.

He knew how the operation worked, knew the undercurrents of power and manipulation that ran deep within the mafia world.

The realization that something had been done to him, something he hadn’t fully understood or seen coming, left him with a bitter taste in his mouth.

But despite the pieces falling into place, one crucial question lingered in his mind, gnawing at him relentlessly.

What had really happened? What could his father have possibly been involved in that led to this moment of anguish and confusion?

The answers seemed just out of reach, and it was a truth he wasn’t sure he wanted to uncover.

"What was it? What could they have done?" Tryson muttered under his breath, almost to himself, as he tried to piece together the puzzle that was slowly unraveling in his mind.

"Right now, we need to know what Sophia has to say about Arthur," Tryson said, his voice cutting through the tension as he pushed aside the thoughts swirling in his mind.

He wasn’t sure what to make of the situation, but he knew the answers lay with Sophia, and she had to be the next step in their plan.

Jude’s eyes narrowed as he considered the circumstances.

"If Angel is in this situation, then it’s only possible that there’s something we’re missing, something we don’t fully understand," he said calmly, trying to piece together the puzzle. Tryson nodded in agreement, the weight of the moment settling on his shoulders.

"Yeah, let’s go," Tryson said, his decision final. Without another word, they both made their way out of the room, each lost in their own thoughts, unsure of what they would find but certain it was the next crucial move.

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Sophia sat down at the small table, the delicate glass of juice in her hand, paired with a light dessert that she wasn’t sure she had an appetite for.

She stared at the cup, her mind drifting to the conversation that was about to unfold. Her nerves fluttered uncomfortably in her stomach.

What exactly was she walking into?

She had been a friend of Angel for a long time, a friendship forged through thick and thin, but meeting with Tryson on so many occasions felt like an entirely different world.

The last thing she wanted was to be caught up in the complicated mess between him and Angel.

Tryson was a figure wrapped in contradictions—violent, yet sweet, as rumors had painted him, a man torn between extremes.

And those extremes were linked to both Arthur and Angel, who seemed to be caught in the middle of it all. It wasn’t just duty or obligation that kept him going—it was love.

He was deeply in love with Angel, more than anything else in the world, and it was clear that he was willing to go to any lengths to protect her.

But there was something else Sophia couldn’t shake off.

The guilt gnawed at her, festering in the back of her mind. She had always considered herself a friend, but now, she was a catalyst in the crumbling of Angel and Tryson’s relationship.

She was the reason things had gotten so messy, and for that, Sophia felt the weight of regret pressing down on her chest.

What if she had never gotten involved? What if she hadn’t let her feelings cloud her judgment? Maybe things wouldn’t be falling apart.

Sophia let out a long, shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves before the conversation that was sure to follow. She didn’t know how she could fix this, but she had to try. She owed it to Angel, and she owed it to herself.

She had always wanted the best for her family, and yet, she had never truly realized that the price for that would be her own happiness.

The weight of her choices had become clear now, the consequences of every decision settling like a heavy cloud over her heart.

What had once seemed like the right path, the one that would ensure the safety and well-being of everyone she loved, now felt like a shattering of her own dreams.

The only thing she could do now was try to mend the broken pieces, the very pieces she had played a part in shattering.

As her thoughts continued to spiral, the sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet room, pulling her out of her trance.

The steady rhythm of the steps grew louder, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

She instinctively straightened in her seat, her body tense with anticipation as she turned her head towards the source of the sound.

Her eyes fixed on the stairs, and there they were—Tryson and Jude, descending with a grace and power that made the air feel thick with energy.

Tryson moved with an undeniable presence, every step purposeful and commanding.

His posture was strong, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with her from across the room.

There was something different in the way he looked at her now, something that made her heart skip a beat.

He reached the bottom of the stairs with a confident stride, but as he came closer, something about his demeanor shifted.

Sophia held her breath, watching him approach.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away as he came within reach, his hands slipping into his pockets.

For a moment, the harshness that usually accompanied his figure seemed to fade, replaced by something softer, more unexpected.

Tryson’s expression softened, and for the first time, she saw a side of him that she hadn’t been sure existed—a side that wasn’t filled with tension or uncertainty, but with warmth.

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips, transforming his usually stoic face. He stretched out his hand toward her.

Sophia hesitated, caught off guard by the shift in his demeanor. She had never expected this—never imagined that he could be this way after everything that had happened.

But as she looked at his outstretched hand, she felt something inside her stir, a mixture of hope and regret.

"Hi, it’s nice meeting you, Sophia," Tryson said, his voice smooth and casual, a hint of warmth in his tone that caught her off guard.

For a moment, Sophia stood still, her gaze flickering between his outstretched hand and his eyes, unsure of what to do.

She could feel the weight of the situation hanging over them, but there was something about his demeanor that made her second-guess the tension that had clouded her thoughts.

After a brief pause, she stood up from her seat, her movements a little tentative as she reached out and shook his hand.

His touch was warm, firm, and despite the awkwardness of the moment, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of reassurance.

"It’s also nice to meet you, Tryson," she replied, doing her best to keep her voice steady, trying to match the casual tone he had set.

But even as she spoke, a knot tightened in her chest.

Just as she was beginning to settle into the exchange, Jude’s voice broke through, interrupting the moment. His tone was practical and no-nonsense, a sharp reminder of the urgency that had brought them all here.

"I think we need to discuss the situation. Time is not on our side if we’re going to resolve this," Jude said, his eyes scanning both Sophia and Tryson. The reminder hit her like a splash of cold water.