Billionaire's Match

Chapter 158 "Are you even a man, Trey?!" Angela had truly lost control this time. She cried and screamed, slapping Trey hard across the face. He didn't dodge. He let her hit him, curse him, and vent her fury without resistance. Only when she was completely exhausted did he finally release her wrist. "Do you really think that if we tell them the truth, we'll be able to be together?" he said. "Grandma holds Grandpa's will. From that moment on, everything in the Fox family would have nothing to do with us. I'd have nothing, How would | take care of you and Pete then?

"And if Khloe were to find out about all of this, our relationship would become a public scandal. Do you think we'd still have any place to stand in Goldmont in the future?" Trey's words were brutally realistic. Each sentence pierced Angela's heart like an ice spike. She had already cut ties with her own family. If Trey were cast out by the Fox family as well, how would the two of them ---- possibly raise Pete? Seeing Angela finally fall silent, Trey rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath.

"Who sent that DNA report?" Angela suddenly asked, her eyes darkening as if she'd thought of something. Trey shook his head. "! don't know. But whoever knows about us is probably someone we know. For now, don't contact any of your old friends. That includes Kirsten." "You're suspecting my friends?" Angela stared at him in disbelief. "The

Pete The more Angela spoke, the more something felt wrong. A woman's intuition told her that all of this had to be connected to Khloe. ---- "You're just too tense," Trey said flatly. Angela's argument was forceful, but he

a sham. If she left, she'd walk away with nothing. "Trey, it's Khloe! She's getting revenge on us!" Angela's baseless accusation only irritated him. He cut her off coldly. "Didn't you want to study abroad? Over the next couple of days, look into schools. I'll cover all the expenses." "Trey..." Angela tried to keep talking, but after dropping those words, Trey stood up and left, giving her no room for discussion at all. She grabbed a glass and hurled it at the front door, screaming