Chapter 163

It was Trevor!

Angela stood frozen. How unlucky could she get?

"Let's go, hurry up!" Angela pretended she hadn't heard, urging Dexter to leave immediately.

But Trevor spoke up. "Bill's having an affair and has a daughter who's already 15 years old."

Angela was stunned. What was he talking about?

Taking the opportunity, Trevor approached Angela and said, "Angela, add my number, and I'll send you the evidence."

Before she could respond, he snatched her phone and quickly added himself to her contacts.

"Bye, I'll send it to you soon," Trevor said, disappearing as quickly as he came, like a gust of wind.

Dexter's face darkened, black as a storm cloud. He had been one step too slow.

Later that night, Angela tossed and turned in bed.

She had sent Trevor dozens of messages, persistently asking him to send the materials. He kept toying with her, coaxing her into answering numerous questions.

"Angela, one last question do you like Dexter or not?"

That crazy man sent yet another bizarre message.

Angela was about to explode, so she immediately called him.

Trevor didn't answer, but shortly after, he returned the call with a video call.

"Hey, Angela, I'm in the shower. Want to see?" he greeted Angela with a smile.

On the screen, his upper body was exposed.

To be fair, his physique was impressive-eight neatly defined abs, with fair skin. It was too bad he was useless and even pathetic.

"What are you looking at?" Dexter suddenly appeared, snatching Angela's phone away. "He's just messing with you. I can't believe you fell for it. How ridiculous."

Angela had been playing Trevor's little game for half the night, her frustration building. Dexter's actions only angered her more.

"And what about you? Are you reliable? From what I see, there's not a single decent man in your family!" she snapped, her face pale with anger. She was itching to smack Trevor.

The room fell into a tense silence.

"I came to give you the evidence. Do whatever you want with it," Dexter muttered, fuming because he had never been scolded so fiercely.

Just as he set the file down, Angela's phone buzzed with an incoming message. She quickly tapped on it to find a folder from Trevor.

Just as she was about to click on it, Dexter, quick as lightning, snatched the phone from her again.

"Don't look at his stuff. Look at

mine." His voice was a mix of fury and desperation, clearly worried that Trevor might beat him to the punch. He grabbed a file from the coffee table, opened it, and pulled out a stack of photos and a document.

Angela glanced at his angry, almost frantic expression, feeling somewhat puzzled. Was he being outsmarted at every turn? She didn't have time to dwell on it.

The coffee table was covered with photos of Bill.

Angela hadn't expected this, but once she saw the pictures, her shock deepened. She picked up two at random. The woman in the photos was stunning-early 40$ but looked much younger, in her 30s at most. She was embracing Bill, and the background revealed a high-end residential area.

"Her name is Linda Koch. She used to be your dad's secretary. Not sure if you remember her. Linda had a daughter with your dad. She's 15 now, and she's here."

Dexter picked up another photo showing Bill with his family of three.

Angela felt as if her world had shattered. This bastard had taken over her grandfather's and mother's company, all while hiding a tangled web of secrets. How shameless could he be?

"Linda's pregnant again. Guess where Bill's got these two mother-daughter pairs?" Dexter asked.

Angela's voice trembled slightly. "Just tell me."