Chapter 492 Billionaire's Lies

• The sun came through the Thompson Group building's sleek glass windows in the morning, casting a warm light over the shined-up conference table where Saben and Jenny sat with their colleagues. The conference room was buzzing as the meeting was in full swing, echoing with the quick-spoken details. The deal they were negotiating was big—a high-stakes, high-reward opportunity—and everybody was invested in making sure things ran smoothly.
• Saben, as ever, was the model of concentration. His piercing, calculating eyes ran over the papers on the table before him as he nodded periodically throughout the meeting, providing concise but incisive input. Jenny, beside him, was a mirror image of his intensity, her fingers flying over her laptop as she noted, crunched numbers, and provided strategic suggestions where needed. The air was filled with the clacking of keyboards, the soft muttering of discussion, and the shuffling of documents.
• The minutes crept by like hours. Jenny's attention was laser-sharp—this was a high-stakes situation, and her thinking was clear. But beneath it all, nagging thoughts about Saben, Clarisse, and the messy web of feelings she found herself entangled in, tugged at the fringes of her awareness. She couldn't shake them, but for the purposes of the meeting, she shoved those thoughts deep into a recess of her mind.