THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 50: I know...

Chapter 50: I know...

The next morning, Arthur scrolled through his phone, his eyes skimming the screen until they froze on something that made his breath hitch.

A moment of stunned silence stretched before the door to his office swung open.

His secretary strode in, his expression mirroring the same realization that had just shaken Arthur.

"Good day, sir. I assume you’ve seen what’s circulating online. We’re doing everything we can to take down the news," the secretary informed him, his tone edged with urgency.

At that particular moment, he felt a greater fear about what actions his boss might take due to what he had witnessed, which was circulating rapidly across the internet.

Arthur, however, barely reacted. Without looking up, he lifted a hand, silencing him before he could continue.

"Let it be," he said, his voice unnervingly calm.

It wasn’t the response his secretary had expected.

The news—whatever it was—had the power to sway the company’s sales, stir the market, and send the board into chaos. Yet, Arthur seemed utterly unbothered.

Unlike him, others wouldn’t take it so lightly.

"Sir, the board has called for an emergency meeting this morning," the secretary added, his gaze flicking to his device as he scrolled, perhaps rereading the very same headline that had shaken Arthur just moments ago.

Arthur heard his secretary speaking, but his attention remained fixed on the glowing screen of his phone, his finger hovering over the display.

His eyes bore into the page, his mind racing with one thought—what would Tryson do to handle this?

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he finally lifted his gaze. His secretary stood a few paces away, waiting expectantly, the weight of anticipation hanging in the air.

"Alright then," Arthur said smoothly, his voice calm—perhaps too calm.

*

The night before...

As darkness settled over the city, Tryson found himself unable to shake his curiosity about Riley’s words.

The thought gnawed at him, lingering in the back of his mind even as he sat across from Angel at an upscale restaurant.

They dined together, the soft clinking of silverware filling the space between their conversation.

Angel had been speaking when the waitress arrived with their order, but as she glanced at Tryson, she noticed his distant expression—his mind clearly elsewhere.

Her brows furrowed slightly before she reached out, her fingers grazing his.

"Tryson," she called gently, snapping him out of his trance.

Blinking, he looked up just as a faint frown settled on Angel’s face.

"What’s wrong, Tryson? You seem lost in thought," she observed, concern lacing her voice.

Tryson hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "It’s nothing," he muttered, though his expression said otherwise.

"It’s just a small thought. Nothing important," Tryson said, shaking his head slightly. Then, shifting his focus back to Angel, he added, "But yeah, what were you saying?"

Angel exhaled a small, deliberate breath before meeting his gaze. A playful glint sparkled in her eyes as she leaned in slightly.

"I know the food I ate this morning was made by you, Tryson," she said, as if she had just uncovered a mischievous secret.

Tryson furrowed his brows, feigning innocence. "What? The chef at the restaurant prepared that meal, and you think I was the one?" he countered, his tone laced with mock disbelief.

Angel scoffed, shaking her head. "You can’t fool me," she teased. "The aroma of the food was still lingering on your fingers when you got close to me."

She paused, her cheeks growing warm with a soft crimson hue as memories of the morning’s events flooded her mind.

Tryson noticed the way she blushed, and a small smirk played on his lips, but Angel quickly looked away, already flustered by the thought of their time in the room together.

"Oh wow, there’s nothing I can hide from you, is there? You figured it out so easily," Tryson said in astonishment, shaking his head with a chuckle.

Just then, the waitress arrived, carefully placing their meals and refreshments on the table before stepping away.

Angel reached for her drink first, raising the straw to her lips for a slow sip. Setting it down, she tilted her head slightly, curiosity flashing in her eyes.

"But what I really want to know," she mused, "is how you convinced the chef to let you cook."

Tryson leaned back slightly, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he recalled the moment.

"Well, I simply asked her to bring the ingredients to the private room," he said, pausing for effect. "And let’s just say... a little bribery helped seal the deal."

Angel arched a brow, amused. "Let me guess—you slipped her some cash?"

"No, actually," Tryson corrected, shaking his head. "I just told her I’d boost their restaurant’s reviews if they let me cook—but only if they could testify that the meal was amazing." He exhaled, leaning back slightly. "And well, once they tasted it and loved it, they agreed to take it to your room."

He paused for a moment before sighing dramatically.

"What I didn’t expect was for them to turn around and use my recipe for their own profit. I was just trying to impress a woman, and somehow, they ended up using my dish to win over their customers!" Tryson blurted out, clearly flustered.

Angel couldn’t hold back her laughter. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head.

"Well, who wouldn’t take advantage of a dish that good?" she teased. "The meal was incredible, Tryson. Besides," she added with a playful smirk, "I never knew you could cook."

"Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me," Tryson said, his tone playful yet laced with mystery. A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned in slightly. "But trust me, as you uncover them, you’ll be in for a few surprises."

Angel chuckled, shaking her head at his teasing demeanor. Tryson watched her with amusement before they finally turned their attention to their meals, digging in as the evening carried on.