Chapter 260 - Jason Asher's Dilemma

In the sprawling penthouse that overlooked the glittering skyline of the city, Jason Asher paced like a caged lion, his golden-boy charm cracking under the weight of his own regrets. It was a week before the much-anticipated tech conference in the Adirondacks, and the air in his lavish living room felt thick with unresolved tension. The room was a testament to his spoiled existence—plush leather sofas, abstract art pieces that cost more than most people's annual salaries, and a bar stocked with top-shelf whiskey that he had already raided twice that evening. His blonde hair, usually perfectly tousled, was disheveled from running his hands through it in frustration, and his hazel eyes burned with a mix of anger and desperation.