Chapter 82: Arthur...
Angel eagerly awaited the moment the call would connect, holding the phone close to her ear, and as soon as the call was answered, she promptly stated, "Arthur," she uttered.
On the other end of the line, Arthur clicked his tongue—a sharp, deliberate sound that oozed his irritation.
He knew exactly why she was calling, and the realization only deepened his displeasure.
"You know, Angel," he began, his voice deceptively calm, though the underlying tension was unmistakable. "I just walked out of a rather grueling conference, and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t add to my list of complications right now."
His tone was controlled, but the barely restrained fury simmering beneath it was impossible to miss.
Angel scoffed, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Seriously, Arthur? This is about the same arrangement you orchestrated, isn’t it?"
Arthur exhaled sharply, his patience thinning by the second. "Really? That’s what you’re going with?" His voice dropped an octave, cold and biting. "While I’m over here trying to clean up the mess that just made the headlines, this is how you choose to repay me?"
"Arthur. Just stop it." Angel’s voice finally broke through, sharp with anger, her patience shattered like glass.
The salty breeze whipped at her hair as she walked along the shoreline, the rhythmic crashing of waves doing little to drown out the fury boiling inside her.
The beach was alive with laughter and chatter, but in her world, everything had narrowed down to the burning resentment she felt toward the man on the other end of the call.
Arthur scoffed, an incredulous chuckle escaping his lips. He leaned back, gripping his phone tighter, unable to believe that she was actually yelling at him.