Chapter 197 Billionaire's Lies

• The next morning, the air at the Thompson's was bright and warm, but in Benedict's office, it was business as usual. He sat slumped over his desk, intent on the sea of reports and contracts spread out before him. His phone buzzed every few minutes, the constant demands of being a CEO weighing on him like a shadow that refused to be shaken.
• Sabrina just stood there a moment, looking at him. The tension was written all over the way his shoulders tensed, his brows furrowed. Quietly, she walked forward, coming with a steaming cup of coffee in hand.
• "You have been doing this since hours ago," she whispered, putting the cup next to him.