Chapter 474 Billionaire's Lies

• The sun poured warmly in through the high glass windows of the Thompson estate dining room, its golden light illuminating the long mahogany table. The aroma of freshly baked bread, crackling bacon, and freshly ground coffee filled the air, blending with the faint hint of rose scent from the gardens immediately beyond.
• The vaulted ceilings and chandelier full of crystals in the dining hall were meant to be impressive. Within these walls, however, the breakfast power play was less about the meal itself and more about rank.
• Saben sat in the distance, attitude sharp but with a hint of fatigue from the previous night's congress. His phone vibrated quietly in his pocket, a message from one of his directors, but he let it go unread. Family breakfast was not something one shrugged off easily, particularly when Wendy Taylor, his great-grandmother, was in charge.