Chapter 96

• Jordan’s POV
• ​I sat behind my executive mahogany desk, keeping my eyes glued onto her face, desperately searching for even a single flicker of jealousy, heartbreak, or disappointment as she read through the document. I wanted to see her break down, to witness her realize just how much grand effort and millions of dollars I was pouring into Minerva's brand-new film career.
• ​But to my deep, burning frustration, she showed absolutely nothing. Not a single tear, not a furrowed brow of sadness, and not even a flinch.