Liam Livingston didn't waste another second on Preston Montgomery. Instead, his gaze, now sharpened by the refined sensory perception of the Eclipse Protocol, swept across the assembled faces of the Montgomery Clan. He saw the greed etched into the lines of their faces, the cold calculation in their eyes, and the utter lack of empathy for the woman who had carried the weight of their failing dynasty on her shoulders for years.
"You can stop your self-righteous posturing and your frantic finger-pointing," Liam said, his voice dropping to a glacial, clinical baritone that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards of the Montgomery Estate. "I have one simple question for all of you. If I were to go out into the streets, hire a group of thugs, and have them humiliate and harass your wive
