Angel's eyes widened, her gaze fixed on the driver in complete disbelief. Her lips parted slightly, trembling as though words wanted to escape but couldn't quite find their way out. Shock rippled through her body, leaving her frozen in place.
"What… what did you just say?" she finally managed to whisper, her voice unsteady, almost caught in her throat.
Her fingers tightened around the card in her hand, the edges pressing into her skin as anger began to boil inside her chest. It was as though her entire world tilted in that instant.
The man—the very man—who had carried Mason away wasn't just some stranger.
It was Tryson.
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Meanwhile, not too far away, Tryson leaned back inside his car, his wrists still loosely bound together with the restraint he hadn't bothered to fight off. He waited, his heart pounding with anticipation, for Mason to finally be released.
