Chapter 67 The Antidote To Jealousy
- Mason's footsteps fell like judge's gavels against marble as he advanced. Each click of his Italian leather shoes carried the weight of promised retribution. The crowd parted before him, society vultures sensing the electricity crackling in his wake.
- "Cowards." The word rolled off his tongue like expensive whiskey – smooth but burning. His laughter, low and dangerous, made nearby phones tremble in manicured hands. "That's what you are. Scared little children playing dress-up in designer wears."
- His gaze swept over Ethan and Olivia like a coroner examining corpses. These clowns who'd once loomed so large in his world now looked... small. Insignificant. Like ants scurrying across a picnic blanket, convinced their tiny struggles mattered.