Chapter 390 Billionaire's Lies

• Their toast—close to inaudible above the jazz music serving as background noise—sounded like a muted farewell to something that never had had quite the opportunity to get started.
• Saben stared into his glass, watching the ice dissolve incrementally, as patience was being spent into resignation. The bar light was yellow, forgiving even. But nothing tonight at the bar was.
• "She told me the truth," Ezra finally spoke, his voice low. "Something that does not often occur to me."