Chapter 930

“There’s actually a room inside my own home that’s monitoring me around the clock?!”

After Karl called him upstairs, Jefferson Peralez stared at the exposed surveillance room, his expression a mixture of shock, fury, and disbelief.

He had considered the possibility that he was being monitored. He had even suspected that the extent of control over him might be far deeper than he realized. But no matter what, he had never imagined that someone would dare to carve out a dedicated surveillance room inside his private residence—let alone install cameras aimed directly at the bed where he slept every night.