Chapter 351 Billionaire's Lies
- The sky above the estate was streaked with gold and tangerine as the sun started to set. But in the great study, the air was colder.
- Benedict Thompson stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, tablet in hand, furrowed brows so deep they might have been chiseled into stone. His finger scrolled over headlines, articles, even grainy photos snapped from afar.
- "Heiress of BMX and Thompson Estates Dating Her Bodyguard?"