60. Who Is Jackson King?

Layla was dressed and wondering when Jackson would bring her something to eat when she saw the entourage of expensive cars coming up the driveway.

She leaned against the window to have a better look as the people started to come out of their cars. They were all dressed in suits like Jackson. She’d assumed he had just made up an excuse to escape her questioning, but she’d obviously been wrong about that.

A group of the visitors met before the front steps and started talking. There was only one woman among them, and she was dressed to kill. A tight, short dress that showed off all her assets—and even from her distance, she could see what fine assets they were. She was tall, like all of them, and her hair was in some sort of elegant curly do on top of her head.

Something inside her hated the woman on sight. She never formed opinions about people if she’d never spoken to them but this woman... Her skin prickled just by looking at her. What sort of meeting was this anyway, where people d