Chapter 75 Mama Lets Them Hang

• Ethan Langford stormed through the ballroom like a hurricane in designer shoes, bourbon fumes trailing in his wake. His perfect hair had come slightly undone – the first crack in a facade that was about to shatter completely.
• The sight of Mason lounging at the King family table, radiating casual power like he'd been born to it, sent Ethan's blood pressure through the gilded ceiling.
• "Well, well." Ethan's voice carried enough venom to stock a pharmacy. "If it isn't Chicago's trending thief."