Chapter 155 The Devil You Owe

• Jayden’s POV
• The hotel suite smelled like money the kind of expensive sterility that came from imported leather, muted glass, and whiskey older than its drinkers. Jayden Beanet stood by the window, staring at the Manhattan skyline. His reflection in the glass looked older than he remembered. The stress of the past few months had carved faint shadows under his eyes, and his once-pristine composure was beginning to crack.
• The knock came exactly at eight.