Chapter 338 Billionaire's Lies

• INT. THOMPSON FAMILY MANSION – LIVING ROOM – LATE AFTERNOON
• There was a tension in the air that was as thick as a knife could cut.
• Eliana rigidly sat on the couch edge, legs crossed, hands clasped on her lap as if to hold back a flood. Across from her, Benedict Thompson, her father-who was still immaculately dressed in his clean navy suit even at home-walked steadily, arms crossed over his chest. His face was unyielding, but his silence was cacophony.