Chapter 407 Billionaire's Lies

• It was a gusty Saturday afternoon, the kind that blew summer heat away and brought the gentle caress of autumn. The city buzzed softly—lovers walked hand in hand, dogs yapped leashes, and cafe tables were strewn with conversation and discarded half-lattes. Jenny White had no plans for today. A walk after brunch with Zina, a detour into her beloved independent bookstore, and maybe an iced coffee on the homebound trek.
• Her heels clicked against the sidewalk sharply as she turned onto 7th Street and moved in the direction of the bookstore. She'd barely extended far enough out to have her phone within reach to read a text message when a voice stopped her.
• "Jenny?"