THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 170: Why the sudden visit?

Chapter 170: Why the sudden visit?

Arthur reclined lazily on his luxurious leather couch, the dim glow of his tablet casting faint reflections across the sleek contours of his living room.

His gaze was fixed, unwavering, on the video feed playing before him—footage streamed directly from the small surveillance camera he had installed in Angel’s house.

It wasn’t paranoia—it was control. A control he refused to relinquish.

The camera, positioned in the most inconspicuous corner of her living room, served as his ever-watchful eye.

Angel had agreed to this arrangement, though perhaps reluctantly, as a condition of her so-called "freedom."

It had been a carefully negotiated deal, one she saw as a step toward liberation, but Arthur knew better.

Freedom, at least in the way Angel envisioned it, wasn’t something he was willing to grant so easily.

The terms had been clear: she was to remain at home unless absolutely necessary, refrain from any activity that might raise suspicion, and most importantly, if she ever needed to step outside, she was to be accompanied by one of Arthur’s men—no exceptions.

He had laid down the rules with chilling calmness, and to his surprise, Angel had accepted them without much resistance.

Maybe she understood the weight of what she was involved in, or maybe she simply had no choice.

Arthur knew this was the only way to keep everything under control.

He had to be unyielding, even harsh.

The truth—dangerous, corrosive, and buried deep—was something Angel couldn’t be allowed to uncover.

If she did, if even a fragment of it leaked out, it wouldn’t just destroy his relationship with her—it could shatter everything. His reputation, already fragile behind the scenes, would be ruined.

And worse, the secrets behind the dramatic resurrection of his empire—secrets soaked in deception and betrayal—could be dragged into the light.

He couldn’t let that happen.

As he continued to monitor the video feed, eyes narrowing at Angel’s subtle movements, a sudden ring pierced the silence.

His gaze flicked toward the sleek black telephone resting on the table beside him. With a slight frown tugging at his lips, he reached over and answered.

"Sir, there’s someone here who insists on meeting with you," came the voice of his secretary, calm yet laced with urgency.

Arthur’s frown deepened, his mind immediately racing through possibilities. Who would dare come unannounced? And more importantly—why now?

"Sir, it’s Mr. Alex," his secretary’s voice came through the line, calm but edged with unease.

A heavy silence followed—not the kind born out of indecision, but one thick with knowing. Arthur didn’t need to ponder why Alex had come; he already knew.

That silence stretched just long enough to cause a flicker of concern in the secretary’s tone, as though he feared he’d misspoken or overstepped.

Then, finally, Arthur’s voice broke through, smooth but composed like a blade sheathed in silk. "Let him in."

The call ended with a soft click, and Arthur leaned back slightly. But before he could process his next thought, his phone vibrated again—this time a different ringtone.

His jaw tightened as he groaned quietly, more annoyed than alarmed, and picked up the call with a snap of his wrist.

It was one of the men he had stationed to handle Sophia—a delicate situation he couldn’t afford to let slip through the cracks.

Arthur answered coolly, his voice laced with an icy undertone. "And what exactly are you calling me for? Have you finally ensured Sophia is doing what needs to be done?"

A hesitant pause came from the other end, then the man began, "Actually, sir, the thing is... while the driver was en route, he was caught in an ambush. Luckily, he was—"

"I don’t care about the driver," Arthur cut in, his voice sharper now, biting. "What about Sophia? Where is she?"

The irritation simmering beneath his calm exploded into open frustration.

His grip on the phone tightened, knuckles whitening as his expression darkened.

In a flash of anger, he hurled the tablet onto the nearby desk, the device clattering loudly as he rose to his feet with startling speed.

He didn’t notice the shift in the room—not immediately.

"You just found out, didn’t you?" a new voice said, cool and deliberate.

Arthur’s head jerked up sharply, eyes narrowing with both surprise and recognition.

There, standing near the doorway as though he’d been there the entire time, was Alex—his presence quiet, yet impossible to ignore.

Somehow, while Arthur had been engulfed in the chaos of the call, Alex had entered without a sound.

"What?" Arthur muttered, more stunned than anything else, his brows furrowing as he stared at Alex.

His hand remained clenched tightly around his phone, his knuckles pale from the pressure.

His attention drifted momentarily to the unusual sight before him—Alex, now walking with a cane, tapping it softly against the marble floor as he moved slowly through the room.

There was no limp, no grimace, no visible injury that would warrant the use of it.

Arthur frowned. Was it a bluff? A message? Or simply theatrics?

The confusion was momentary.

Returning his focus to the call, Arthur’s tone hardened like steel.

"Listen to me—find her. I don’t care how you do it or who you have to go through. But if you don’t bring me the answer I need, you might as well say goodbye to that head of yours—and forget ever working under me again."

He ended the call with a snap, tossing the phone carelessly onto the couch.

From across the room, a low chuckle broke the silence.

Arthur’s gaze snapped to Alex, who now stood near the tall, floor-to-ceiling window, his cane resting lightly in one hand as he looked out over the city.

The way he carried himself—with that same quiet arrogance, that calculated poise—unnerved Arthur. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Alex knew something. Something he shouldn’t.

The light from the window cast long shadows across the floor, catching the edges of Alex’s figure as he stood partially silhouetted.

Arthur didn’t like it—not the silence, not the smirk that had begun to form on the man’s lips.

"What’s with the sudden visit?" Arthur asked, his voice cold and sharp with suspicion. "You usually prefer scheduled appearances and dramatic entrances. What changed?"

For a moment, Alex said nothing. His eyes remained on the view outside, his posture relaxed, yet exuding quiet authority.

The silence stretched again, this time heavy with unspoken meaning.

Then, just as Arthur was about to speak again, Alex turned his head sharply, locking eyes with him. There was something dangerous behind his gaze—something knowing.

His lips curled into a smirk.

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