Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 480

In truth, Angela didn't need to worry about any of this herself. Barney had already finalized everything with the team; her presence was merely a formality, a pretext for communication.

After the meeting ended, Barney asked about Angela's family situation.

Since that night when Barney had confessed his feelings, Angela's gaze toward him had grown evasive. Answering personal questions was no longer as straightforward as before.

She thought for a moment before replying, "The funeral matters are settled, but there are still some things at home to handle. I might need to stay in Goldmont a few more days."

Today, Angela was in surprisingly good spirits. She had expected to return empty-handed, yet so quickly, she had managed to reconcile with Trey.

Although he hadn't mentioned divorce, she believed that with enough patience, there was no reason he wouldn't come back to her.

Angela wasn't about to let this slow her career either. She had considered all options—splitting her time between Goldmont and Jayelle City, or waiting until Trey felt steadier and bringing him along.

Yet Barney showed no rush. "It's fine. I wanted to tell you—the branch project has been finalized. You can stay in Goldmont and take the lead."

Angela's eyes lit up. "Great! What project is it?"

"The details are already sent to you. It's still in the new energy sector. But this time we have a partner—the top pharmaceutical company in Goldmont." Barney spoke plainly, as if discussing casual matters.

The words struck Angela. "Morrison Group?"

"You mean Solara Energy is partnering with Morrison Group?"

Since reconciling with Angela, Trey's condition had visibly improved. When she arrived, he had just finished showering, his tall frame bare except for a towel around his waist.

He had lost some weight over the past days, his collarbones and jawline sharply defined. Yet in this state, he looked even more strikingly masculine. The once soft, seductive lines of his face had deepened; his features seemed newly sculpted, every contour sharper, every angle more precise.

However, the boyish innocence of a young heir was gone. Beneath the tired eyes, a barely concealed aggression and mischief lurked, like a reckless scion reborn into a sharper, darker edge.

And yet… Angela adored precisely that.