The term "Young Master" hit the grand ballroom like a physical concussion.
The Montgomery Clan, who had spent the last two years treating Liam Livingston like a stray dog, found themselves in a state of absolute psychological collapse. The air in the room seemed to vanish. Even the most cynical of the relatives stood with their mouths agape, their minds racing to reconcile the image of the "useless" man on the Rusted Moped with the reverent, almost fearful expression on the face of Ulysses Yates.
Gunnar, the hotel manager who had been Ulysses’ right hand for a decade, felt his knees turn to jelly. He had seen the Proprietor deal with governors, cartel bosses, and multi-billionaires with the cold detachment of a stone statue. To see him lose his composure, to see him look as if he were on
