Billionaire's Match

Chapter 90 "Miss Thompson, please head over right away. It wasn't until the staff member reminded her again that Angela finally came to her senses. "Alright, I'll go now," she said quickly. "You can get back to work." As soon as the person left, she snatched up her phone and dialed Trey's number. He happened to be out of the office meeting clients that day. "Trey, what should I do? Your father-he's here at the company!" The moment her words hit his ear, Trey's expression changed. He was mid-meeting, but he immediately stood up. "Are you sure?" "He asked me to head over to the CEO's office.

Can't I just... not go?" She was already grabbing her bag, her nerves in full revolt at the very thought of facing anyone from the Fox family. "Angela, calm down. Since my dad specifically asked for you, just go see him. He's more composed than my mom -he won't do anything drastic. I'll rush back right now. Just hold on for a bit." Trey knew his father's temper well. If Angela tried to run, it would only make things worse-and possibly drag him into the fire, too. "I can't. I'm too scared..." She didn't plan on listening this time.

But before she could even reach the elevator, a few security guards stepped in to block her way. Arthur had clearly anticipated this in advance. Moments later, Angela was escorted straight into the CEO's office. Arthur sat behind the desk, flipping through the company's recent project and performance reports. His face was thunderous. So many problems-and not a word from Trey. When Khloe was still around, the company had flourished. That was why he'd handed over full control to his son, finally allowing himself to step back. But in the past two weeks, everything had started to crumble.

that Trey had brought Angela back into the company. The night before, when the news reached him, his anger had nearly boiled over. He'd almost lashed out at Stella. He couldn't believe she'd helped to cover up such a serious matter. She'd cried the entire night. She'd tried to call Trey, but Arthur had confiscated her phone and ordered the servants to watch her. He intended to handle the situation with Angela and the

want to talk about you and Trey anymore," he said gravely. "But you should know that you have no business being around him-much less remaining at Fox Group." His gaze slid from her face to his hands, the quiet weight of his presence pressing the air flat. "Mr. Fox, please don't misunderstand. Trey and I are only colleagues now. You know the company's situation-

and someone beside him immediately brought over a document. "Miss Thompson, I prefer to act efficiently. Please sign this voluntary resignation form. Let's part ways with some dignity." He slid the paper across the desk.