What did you just say?

"What did you just say?" Tryson stammered, his mind struggling to process Jude's words.

With the thoughts of it, he dreaded the thought that something actually could have happened to Angel while he was at that the living room, and she was in the room. 

At that moment that he thought Angel was in deep trouble because of the boss, instinct took over—his first thought was to rush straight to the bedroom.

He had barely taken a step when Jude's voice cut through the tension.

"Yes, Tryson. It's all over the internet—trending like wildfire. You, Angel, and Arthur. Everyone is buzzing, spewing hate, throwing curses at Angel, calling her all sorts of vile names. I'm sure you'll see it soon enough, but right now, you need to protect her. If she reads those comments… God knows what she might do to silence their words." Jude's tone was laced with urgency and deep concern.

Tryson's expression darkened instantly.