THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 169: I’ll make you realize the truth...

Chapter 169: I’ll make you realize the truth...

In the tense silence of the moment, Tryson’s gaze remained fixed on Angel, a knot of apprehension tightening in his chest.

The weight of the impending truth pressed down on him, each unspoken word a heavy burden.

He feared the raw, visceral pain his revelation might inflict, the potential shattering of the fragile reality she clung to.

Even though Arthur was the architect of the wrongdoing, the intricate web of their lives meant Angel already possessed a fragmented understanding of the situation, a shadowy awareness of who truly held the threads of responsibility.

Learning the extent of Arthur’s insidious actions had been a blow enough, but now, just as Tryson seemed to retreat into the suffocating confines of his silence, bracing himself for the inevitable fallout, Angel’s voice cut through the air.

"You should know," she began, her tone sharp with an edge of impatience, "it’s utterly foolish of you to stand there, locked in your own head, and decide to withhold the truth from me. I don’t care about the potential discomfort; I need to know, and I need to know now." Her demand hung in the air, resolute and unwavering.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Tryson finally broke the silence, his voice a low, controlled murmur that belied the turmoil within.

"It was the man you chose to build a life with, the man you agreed to marry specifically because of this case. Are you satisfied now?" His words, though delivered with a surface calmness, carried an undercurrent of cold resignation.

He watched, his heart aching with a grim premonition, as Angel visibly faltered, a flicker of disbelief and shock crossing her features, as if the very notion had never truly solidified in her mind until this precise instant.

"Arthur," Tryson stated, the name hanging heavy between them.

He paused, the weight of the revelation momentarily stealing his breath. In that suspended moment, the rest of the world seemed to fade away; all that mattered was the raw anticipation in Angel’s eyes, the unspoken plea for the confirmation she both craved and dreaded.

Lifting his gaze, Tryson met Angel’s shocked expression directly. "Arthur, did—"

Before he could complete the damning sentence, Angel’s hand shot out, her fingers gently but firmly pressing against his lips, effectively silencing him.

The unexpected gesture sent a jolt of surprise through Tryson.

For a fleeting moment, he watched, utterly bewildered, as Angel parted her lips, her voice a barely audible whisper, laced with an urgent secrecy.

"He’s watching us," she breathed, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "I just need you to say those words clearly, so I know exactly what to do next."

Confusion clouded Tryson’s features as he tried to decipher her cryptic message.

Then, in a swift, almost imperceptible movement, Angel subtly shifted her gaze towards a specific point in the room.

Following her line of sight, Tryson’s eyes widened in dawning comprehension. He hadn’t registered its presence before, but there, discreetly mounted in a corner, was a security camera, its unblinking lens silently recording their every move.

A cold wave of realization washed over him.

He turned back to Angel, his expression questioning, silently demanding an explanation for the unfolding drama.

"I truly don’t have the time to hear everything you’re saying right now," Angel hissed, her eyes locking onto his with an intense, almost desperate glare. "But don’t speak of this. Ever!"

Yet, even as her eyes conveyed a stern warning, a subtle twitch at the corner of her lips hinted at a silent plea, begging him to play along with her charade.

A palpable tension filled the air, thick with unspoken understanding. Something significant was unfolding, and Tryson felt a chilling certainty that Arthur was deeply entangled in it.

"Arthur—" Angel whispered again, her voice barely audible, and Tryson felt a prickling sensation, the unsettling feeling of being observed, of unseen eyes scrutinizing their interaction.

The chilling thought that Arthur had installed the camera and had been monitoring them all along sent a shiver down his spine.

Was he truly capable of such lengths, such calculated manipulation, to ensure his desires were met?

"You can say whatever you want," Angel declared, her voice regaining a semblance of its earlier firmness, though her eyes still flickered nervously towards the camera. "But that doesn’t mean I’m going to believe it. My father was the one responsible, and you will all pay for what you did."

Her gaze remained fixed on Tryson, narrowed with what appeared to be unwavering conviction. Then, in another subtle maneuver, her eyes flickered downwards, settling on his collar.

An instinct he couldn’t explain compelled Tryson to lower his own head, and there, protruding slightly from beneath the fabric, he saw a small, unfamiliar object.

She had discreetly attached something to his collar.

"And really, I know I have every right to feel hurt and to seek justice," Angel continued, her voice laced with a poignant disappointment as she stared directly at him. "But I truly didn’t think that I would be trying my best to pursue that justice which was a weapon you inflicted pain on innocent people. Including me and my family, Tryson."

Tryson could only offer a slow, deliberate nod, acutely aware that while her words were directed at him, her gaze held a different message entirely, a silent communication meant for an unseen audience.

It wasn’t just the planted device or the hushed warnings; there was a deeper, more intricate game being played.

And whatever it was, Tryson vowed to extricate Angel from Arthur’s insidious trap.

But for now, he had to navigate this carefully orchestrated performance.

"Angel, please, believe me," Tryson pleaded, seizing the opportunity to reach out and gently clasp her hand. His eyes locked onto hers, conveying a silent promise as he offered a soft, reassuring nod. "You can think whatever you want right now, but I am not going to rest until you realize the truth." His voice held a firm conviction, but Angel’s unwavering gaze suggested his words were falling on deaf ears.

A muscle twitched in her jaw, her expression hardening. "I’ll see you in court, Tryson," she stated flatly, her voice devoid of emotion. With a sudden, decisive movement, she stood up from her seat and walked towards the door, leaving Tryson alone with the weight of her words and the chilling reality of their situation.