Chapter 347 Billionaire's Lies

• Meanwhile, back at the Thompson compound.
• The chandelier above the long mahogany table sparkled beautifully, casting golden glows upon the roasted duck, truffle pasta, garden salad, and a casserole that smelled ominously like Grandma Wendy's infamous "experimental lasagna."
• Eliana cast a slant eye over her wine glass, nudging Damian beside her. "If Grandma gives you something out of that blue dish. just smile and tell her you're full, politely."