Semua Bab BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Bab 491 - Bab 500

Clarisse sat in her office desk, her fingers running absently along the edges of her pen. The background noise was far away from her, the whir of the air conditioning growing milder as her mind went back into the discussion she had with Eliana and then with Margo. Her own heart had been in conflict for weeks, and now that she'd finally acknowledged to herself that she have feelings for Saben now and too late for her to relaize her next step was pressuring her like a thousand-pound weight.She couldn't get out of her head the manner in which Saben had gazed at Jenny White the previous night, the way she had sensed that something had changed in the air between them. Jenny was not like any woman Clarisse could determine. She was powerful, elegant, and unlike the women Saben had gone out with in the past. It wasn't jealousy that Clarisse experienced. No, it was something more profound, something primal.For as long as she could remember, she'd suppressed her emotions for Saben, hidden the

Clarisse Campbell's sudden appearance had thrown Jenny off guard. Her mind was racing with a thousand different thoughts as she made her way out of Saben's office. What had just occurred? She was here to do business, not to find herself entangled in an unspoken knot of emotions and history she hadn't requested. And yet, there she was, making her way out of the Thompson Group building with more questions than answers.Jenny recognized Clarisse's appearance was not random. Saben and Clarisse had a history—one which, judging from what she'd heard, had not ended well. She'd caught snippets of conversations, and Eliana had spoken of Clarisse occasionally, usually tinged with somewhat begrudging indifference. But today, viewing Clarisse entering Saben's office as if she had every right to be there—it was unnerving.What was she to Saben now? And why had she returned to his life at this particular point in time?Strolling through the city streets, Jenny's thoughts zigzagged. She had question

But even so, in spite of the draw he felt towards her, in spite of their history together, he knew in his heart that things were different now. Something had changed in him someone had changed him.He considered Jenny, her inner strength, the way she had kept herself together in spite of the trials that had befallen her. He recalled their talks, the times she had talked to him about things, even when it seemed to him she was still trying to get a handle on what she was feeling. Jenny was unfamiliar ground. Jenny unsettled him in a way Clarisse never had. With Jenny, there were no quick answers, no tidy bundles. And that was scary, but it was exhilarating.He gazed at Clarisse, his heart hurting as he viewed the vulnerability she was sharing with him, the honesty she had exposed. But he could not deny that he did not feel what Jenny made him feel. And that alone was enough to make him waver.Saben breathed slowly, raking a hand through his hair as he looked at her, careful with his wor

The sun came through the Thompson Group building's sleek glass windows in the morning, casting a warm light over the shined-up conference table where Saben and Jenny sat with their colleagues. The conference room was buzzing as the meeting was in full swing, echoing with the quick-spoken details. The deal they were negotiating was big—a high-stakes, high-reward opportunity—and everybody was invested in making sure things ran smoothly.Saben, as ever, was the model of concentration. His piercing, calculating eyes ran over the papers on the table before him as he nodded periodically throughout the meeting, providing concise but incisive input. Jenny, beside him, was a mirror image of his intensity, her fingers flying over her laptop as she noted, crunched numbers, and provided strategic suggestions where needed. The air was filled with the clacking of keyboards, the soft muttering of discussion, and the shuffling of documents.The minutes crept by like hours. Jenny's attention was laser

Saben sat in the silence of his office, the low hum of the air conditioning the only noise present in the room. His mind was a jumbled mess, and his heart wasn't much more lucid. Jenny had gone, and with the leaving came the feeling of emptiness. Her words, her questions they reverberated in his head, and for the first time in a very long time, Saben didn't possess the answers he required.His office phone rang suddenly, the ringing harsh in the quiet. He answered it mindlessly, his thoughts still on the just-ended conversation with Jenny."Hey, Saben," Eliana's cheerful and relaxed voice broke through the connection, but under it lay an edge. "How're you?"He sat back in his chair, combing his hair. "It's fine. Busy. You know how it is.""Yeah, I get it," Eliana said, as if attempting to read between the lines. "Listen, I wanted to speak to you about Clarisse."Saben's jaw clenched at the mention of her name. He had been waiting for this call. Clarisse. His past. Everything involving