Chapter 127 The More You Explain, the Worse It Gets
- Encten glittered with lights—rushed commuters on the streets, and rich boys drowning in nightlife.
- “Hey, Mr. Hall, why are you pounding drinks like that?” one spoiled heir drawled.
- “Yeah, man. Out of all of us, you’re the one on top,” another chimed in. “Forget the Hall Family’s empire for a sec. Think about Miss Jeane—sweet, gentle, every guy in Encten’s drooling over her.”