Chapter 517 Billionaire's Lies

• The Thompson house rang with the typical morning rush. Light poured in through the high glass windows, reflecting off the highly polished wood floors, as the aroma of freshly made coffee hung in the air. Sabrina Thompson reclined on the white sofa, idly turning pages in a magazine she was not actually reading. Her mind was preoccupied—on her oldest son, Saben.
• He hadn't returned home the previous night. That in itself was abnormal.
• Leila Auburn, her mother, sat directly opposite her, knitting with a firm hand though her eyes betrayed the same anxiety Sabrina harbored. At the opposite end of the room, Benedic Thompson strode back and forth, jaw clenched, the man's agitation clear to see. Great-grandmother Wendy Taylor sat in her armchair and observed calmly, her cane lying beside her.