If Angela truly had the ability to impress Solara Energy, she wouldn't have been incapable of handling even Khloe's former work at the Fox Group.
Trey was no different.
Both he and Angela were ignorant frogs at the bottom of a well, toyed with by Khloe without ever realizing it.
Trey had known all along that Angela would run into trouble when she went to the Morrison Group this time, yet he said nothing.
The downfall of the Fox family, his grandmother's death—
He bore responsibility, and so did Angela.
From the moment Angela began scheming against him, today's outcome had been inevitable. Reaping what she had sown was no one else's fault.
Trey stubbed out his cigarette and turned to see Khloe emerge from the police station, surrounded by people.
She saw him too.
He lowered his head and was about to step forward when the bodyguards at Khloe's side tensed at once, as if facing an enemy.
"Khloe."
Trey raised his eyes and called her name hoarsely.
He had spoken her name countless times before, but only this once did they sound utterly calm and cold.
Khloe could have ignored him. He no longer even had the right to beg her.
Yet, she still stopped.
Trey looked gaunt in his long coat, stubble on his face. The hair he once kept meticulously neat now fell messily over his eyes.
The youthful air he had when they first met, the poised and triumphant CEO he had once been—none of it remained.
Now he looked like a man worn down by years, without the slightest trace of former glory, so shabby that one instinctively looked down on him.
For a moment, Khloe could not even recall what it had felt like to fall for him.


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