Chapter 487 Billionaire's Lies

• Morning sunlight poured through the glass panes of Jenny's apartment, illuminating long shafts of light on her compact but neat living room. She went through the motions of morning routine coffee making, hair tied into a plain ponytail her thoughts well away from the peaceful stillness of her morning.
• Last night's happenings still churned inside her mind like a tornado. The evening at the Thompson mansion had left her torn Saben's presence, the confusion, the silence. She had assured herself she would forget it, but now, standing in front of her closet, that dreaded unsettledness arose again.
• What was all this about? What exactly did Saben want from me?