Chapter 76: How did you know?
"Hmm, ma’am. How can you be so sure about this?" Ana questioned softly, her voice tinged with curiosity.
But before she could even process the weight of her own words, she found herself ensnared by Riley’s piercing gaze—intense, unyielding.
Then, just as unpredictably, the sharp edge of that stare melted into something far more dangerous—a slow, knowing smirk curling at the corner of Riley’s lips, laced with mischief.
"Tryson thinks I’m too dumb to see through him, that I wouldn’t catch on to what he’s doing," Riley murmured, her voice carrying an eerie calm. "But what he seems to forget is that I knew him before anyone else ever did. Tryson is dangerous, the kind of man you don’t cross—and yet, here he is, going after a pregnant woman of all people. Doesn’t that strike you as strange? I mean, why her? Why someone carrying a child that, if my instincts are right, belongs to Arthur?"
She let those words linger, heavy and charged, before shifting her gaze toward the television screen.
The press conference Arthur had held was still playing, flickering in the dim light, as if mocking the tangled web of secrets unraveling before them.
"Isn’t it insane? She’s pregnant by both of them—how is that even possible?" Riley mused, her voice laced with intrigue. "This isn’t just about Angel anymore. There’s something bigger at play, something neither Tryson nor Arthur is willing to reveal. And think about it—Tryson went back for the same woman his own family cast out. Why? Doesn’t that feel... complicated? Almost like he’s crossing a line he shouldn’t?"
As she spoke, a slight furrow crept onto her brow, her mind turning over the implications, piecing together fragments of a puzzle that felt more sinister with every second.
"Ma’am, you said both Sir Tryson and Sir Arthur are after the same girl... could it have something to do with the boss?" Ana asked cautiously, watching Riley’s reaction.
Riley’s gaze snapped to Ana, her expression unreadable—yet in her eyes, there was something unsettling.
A flicker of realization. A confirmation that she, too, had been considering the exact same possibility.