Chapter 425 Billionaire's Lies

• The streetlights twinkled outside Jenny White's apartment, casting dim echoes on her frigid, unopened dinner. Her sitting room was dimly lit, having only the pale blue light from her phone screen.
• Tears dampened her cheeks. Her arms were pinned around her knees as she crouched on the couch—still dressed for work, too stunned to change. Her heart was sinking in on itself, slowly, agonizingly.
• She gazed at the picture once more.