Chapter 116: No second less...
Without wasting even a fraction of a second, Arthur snapped his head toward Tryson, his body following suit in one swift motion.
His expression remained composed, but his eyes gleamed with an edge of intrigue as he inquired, "And what might that be?"
His voice was laced with feigned innocence, a subtle smirk threatening to pull at the corners of his lips.
Tryson, however, was in no mood for Arthur’s games.
His jaw clenched tightly, his fists curling at his sides as he seethed, "You know exactly what I’m talking about—" His words came out in a low growl, dripping with frustration.
Arthur raised a single eyebrow, his face painted with an exaggerated look of confusion.
He knew, of course, exactly what Tryson was referring to, but he had no intention of admitting it.
Deep down, he was certain that Tryson had uncovered something—some truth about him that had been meticulously hidden until now.
"About Sophia," Tryson spat, his voice filled with disdain. "Arthur, you’re absolutely insane!"
His irritation only grew as he watched Arthur feign innocence, as if he were nothing more than a saint with a spotless conscience.
A chuckle suddenly escaped Arthur’s lips—low, deep, and unsettling.