Chapter 8: Haven’t Spoken
The following morning, right after the grand gala event, the Tryson residence was transformed into a breathtaking spectacle.
Various workers were strategically positioned throughout the house, diligently preparing every area for Tryson's comfort and readiness as he prepared for his day at work.
As Tryson made his way down the staircase, Kelvin, who served as Tryson's dedicated assistant, had already arrived at the house.
His promptness ensured he was there well before Tryson awoke.
"Good morning, Mr. Tryson," Kelvin greeted as they headed to the dining area of the house.
Once Tryson settled into his chair, the maids promptly attended to him, and his butler served him a cup of tea.
"Thank you," Tryson said as he began eating, while Kelvin patiently sat in the chair across from him.
After a while, Tryson noticed something unusual.
A frown appeared on his face, and he decided to inquire with Moses, his butler, about Angel's whereabouts.
"Mr. Tryson, Madame woke up early and left the house before we could attend to her. She seemed to be in a rush," Moses replied calmly, unprepared for what followed.
He flinched when Tryson's hand thundered against the table, sending a harsh glare his way.