Chapter 477 Billionaire's Lies

• The huge doors of the Thompson estate swung open before Jenny had even a chance to knock. A butler in a sharp black suit stood rigid, bowing with practiced efficiency.
• "Miss White. Welcome to the Thompson residence. Mr. Thompson is expecting you."
• Jenny's pulse skipped. She managed a courteous nod, her own voice too small to reply. Passing through the door, she was immediately enveloped in opulence: shining marble floors that reflected under crystal chandeliers, walls covered with oil paintings, and heavy carpets so thick her heels appeared to drop into them. The air was filled with a delicate mixture of lilies and old wood, the unmistakable perfume of money and heritage.