Chapter 162: Back to the game...
"My only concern right now," Alex mused, his voice laced with casual indifference, though his furrowed brow betrayed deeper contemplation, "is that Arthur isn’t wasting so much time trying to leech power from Angel. If he just focused, we could finally get her back to her family where she belongs." He exhaled softly, as if lost in thought, his gaze momentarily distant.
Riley, sensing the shift in mood, let out a quiet breath, feeling some of her own tension ease.
Without a word, she moved towards one of the plush seats in the dimly lit room and lowered herself into it, her eyes never leaving Alex. After a moment, she spoke, her voice measured but firm.
"Alex, you know Tryson," she said, watching him closely. "There are certain things he would never overlook, and if he ever finds out that you betrayed him..." She hesitated for a split second, letting the weight of her words settle. "What do you think he’ll do?"
Before Alex could respond, the conversation was violently interrupted by the sharp, abrupt creak of the door swinging open.
Both their heads snapped toward the entrance.
Alex’s secretary stood there, but neither of them paid much attention to her—because standing just beyond her, his presence like a storm rolling in, was the very man they had been speaking about.
Riley’s breath caught in her throat. Not because of the secretary’s intrusion, but because of the piercing gaze of Tryson, now fixed directly on them. A cold wave of realization washed over her.
He had heard everything.
Tryson.
His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his tailored trousers as he strode toward them, his movements slow yet deliberate, each step laced with unspoken fury.
