Chapter 82 Drained Of Strength

• After Jackson left with an air of indifference, he headed straight downstairs and returned to his car.
• Parking the car beneath the hotel, he looked up, perfectly able to spot the location of the presidential suite.
• Even though it was already three in the morning, Jackson found himself devoid of any hint of sleepiness. He leaned weakly against the chair, a hint of mockery tugging at the corner of his mouth.