Chapter 96 Behind Closed Doors

• Jackson sat in his car, staring at his phone screen as he scrolled through his contacts. One name caught his eye: Henry, Damian’s personal assistant. If anyone knew what was happening behind those penthouse doors, it would be him. Without hesitation, he pressed the call button, his heart pounding with each ring.
• “Hello?” Henry’s voice was hesitant, almost a whisper. The background noise suggested he was somewhere private, away from prying ears.
• “Henry, it’s Jackson. I need your help. Something’s wrong with Damian, and Serena won’t let me see him. What’s going on?” Jackson tried to keep his voice steady, but the worry seeped through.