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.