Chapter 355 Billionaire's Lies

• The interrogation was low-key, wood and old dusty books smell pervading the space with easy calm. There was an untouched glass of bourbon in front of Benedict Thompson as he sat in his black leather armchair with hands crossed over his chin.
• Sabrina entered quietly, closing the door behind her. She carried a tray of tea, the gentle clink of porcelain soft in the stillness. She set it down on the side table, then turned to face her husband.
• “You’ve been quiet all evening,” she said softly, taking a seat on the nearby couch. “Even after dinner. What’s on your mind, Benedict?”