Chapter 96 Jasmine's Temptation

• The air was thick as I watched him walk through the room like a predator in a museum. Marcus’s office had a dark allure—glass walls, leather chairs, city lights casting a glow that felt almost intimate. He knew the effect it had, and I wasn’t naive enough to miss how he used it to his advantage.
• He reclined back, its eyes swept over me gently across its the breadth of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Jasmine, you've been good, he said, his voice a deep bass vibration that somehow filled the space within the room. But power," he went on, tapping the nails of his fingers on his desk, "is only given to those with the means to lose everything for it.
• I did not flinch, maintained eye contact and reflected his focus. “Risk everything? Careful, Marcus. I’ve walked through fire before.”