THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 60: You’re here, how nice...

Chapter 60: You’re here, how nice...

With urgency crackling in her every step, Angel strode across the room, her gaze flickering away from the video screen to glimpse the figure on the other side.

A smile began to bloom on her lips, anticipation rising as she reached for the door.

But the moment it swung open, her smile withered—vanishing as if it had been ripped away, leaving only a ghost of the warmth that had been there seconds before.

Angel’s jaw tightened, her teeth grinding as she locked eyes with the figure standing in the doorway.

There, Riley stood, a smug smile playing on her lips.

She slowly lowered her sunglasses, just enough for her sharp gaze to meet Angel’s.

With a teasing lilt, she drawled, "Oh wow. I never thought you were—" she paused, letting the sarcasm drip from her tone, her smirk deepening.

Then, as if Angel was nothing more than a fleeting thought, she simply shrugged, dismissing her with effortless indifference.

"But yeah, that would be something to find very interesting. Come to think of it, wouldn’t it be so nice?" Riley mused, her smile stretching wide enough to reach her eyes, a glint of mischief dancing within them.

Angel’s anger flared instantly.

Her jaw clenched so tightly it ached, and her grip on the doorknob turned white-knuckled. Her stare burned into Riley, seething, yet Riley only stood there, unfazed—relishing every second of it.

"Riley, what are you doing here?" Angel breathed out, forcing herself to stay calm when every nerve in her body screamed to do the opposite.

Deep inside, she wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug expression off Riley’s face—maybe even strangle her.

Riley, of course, only smirked.

She tilted her head slightly, studying Angel as if she were watching her unravel, enjoying every second of it.

Then, with a voice dripping in mock innocence, she said, "What else am I supposed to be doing in the room my fiancée booked?"

The words weren’t just spoken—they were aimed, designed to cut deep. And they did.

At that moment, Angel’s lips curled into a wide, almost mocking smile.

Why even bother arguing with someone as ridiculous as Riley?

It was a waste of breath.

"Riley, should we really go over that topic?" she asked smoothly, her voice laced with an eerie calm, though beneath the surface, she was seething.

Every fiber of her being burned with restrained fury, but she refused to give Riley the satisfaction of seeing it.

Riley, however, hadn’t expected that reaction.

Her smirk faltered for the briefest second before she tilted her head, lips quirking into a smirk once more.

Then, as if amused by some inside joke, she let out a soft chuckle, eyes gleaming with intrigue.

"And what message do you want to speak to me about?" Riley asked, her voice laced with thinly veiled hatred, each word dripping with venom.

Angel, though burning inside, refused to let it show.

Engaging with Riley was pointless—arguing with her, even more so.

Instead, with deliberate intent, she wrapped her fingers around the doorknob, pulling the door shut in a silent, dismissive insult.

But just as the door was about to close, thud.

Riley slid her heel between the frame, stopping it effortlessly.

A slow, knowing smirk played on her lips as she lifted her gaze to meet Angel’s, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Now, now," she purred, "was that really necessary?"

Unaware of Riley’s reckless move, Angel pushed the door with full intent—only for it to slam against Riley’s foot.

"Ah—damn it!" Riley snarled, pain shooting through her as she instinctively jerked back.

A low, dangerous growl rumbled from her throat, her irritation flaring into something sharper.

Hissing in pain, she shoved the door open with force.

The sudden aggression caught Angel off guard, making her stumble backward in surprise.

And in that fleeting moment of hesitation—just enough time for Riley to seize her chance—she stepped forward, slipping into the room with a triumphant smirk.

"Well, that’s one way to invite me in," she muttered, shaking off the pain as she shut the door behind her.

"What? Are you crazy?" Angel snapped, her voice sharp with disbelief.

But Riley didn’t flinch. She merely turned her head, fixing Angel with a cold, unreadable gaze—one that carried an unspoken warning. There was no hesitation, no guilt, just pure, unshaken audacity.

Angel opened her mouth, ready to hurl her out, but before she could utter a word, Riley raised a hand, silencing her with a simple gesture.

How funny.

She had the nerve to barge into their room—her space—yet now she acted as if she owned it, like it had been handed to her on a silver platter.

The sheer arrogance made Angel’s blood boil.

But in that moment, a thought crept into Angel’s mind—how had Riley even known where to find them?

Before she could piece it together, Riley’s voice cut through the room, sharp and dripping with venom.

"Don’t act like you own this place," she sneered. "Do you really think this—" she gestured vaguely, her eyes dark with disdain, "and the stupid little pleasures Tryson is giving you will last?"

There was raw, seething anger in her words—anger that made no sense to Angel.

What was she even talking about?

But then again, this was Riley.

And knowing the kind of person she was—nothing short of a delusional, raging psychopath who should’ve been locked in a mental asylum long ago—none of this should’ve been surprising.

"Riley, don’t make me do what I’m supposed to—" Angel started, her voice steady but laced with warning.

But before she could finish, Riley cut her off, her words sharp as a knife.

"Have you ever heard of women losing babies?"

The sentence hung in the air like a thunderclap.

Angel froze.

Her breath caught in her throat, her mind stumbling over the weight of those words.

What?

She stared at Riley, stunned, disbelief washing over her. Of all the things she expected, this—this—wasn’t one of them.

"What did you just say?" The tension in the room thickened as both women snapped their heads toward the voice.

Tryson stood there, his expression dark with fury, his eyes locked onto Riley with an intensity that could burn through steel.

His entire stance radiated anger, his fists clenched at his sides.

Riley, however, remained unfazed. She merely shrugged, her tone as casual as if she were discussing the weather.

"It’s just a question, nothing else," she said plainly, her lips curling into the slightest smirk.