Chapter 408 Billionaire's Lies

• While, meanwhile, in his penthouse office with a view of the city, Saben Thompson stood at the tall glass windows, arms crossed, his brows furrowed, and one hand now and then reaching up to scratch the back of his head—a nervous habit he rarely fell asleep on, for a man used to never losing his cool.
• He despised feeling… out of balance. And that's precisely what Jenny White had done to him.
• "She wasn't supposed to be like that," he growled to himself, gazing at the far horizon. "She wasn't supposed to get in my head."