ss frequent, mostly speculating on Ethan' s next move.

er of 'Le Cénacle' , one of New York City's mos

e have a... situation. A young man, claiming to be 'Senator Miller's he

h clenche

gs that require special membership or proof of significant assets," Jean-Lu

like a queen! Ash could never," a

gonna leverage this meal to meet

ng my keys. "Don't let them leave. And do

e at a prime table, putting on airs, surrounded by half-eaten plates of what looked like

imagined they were getting. Ethan was holding f

lmas, the very best," Ethan was saying. "My

an-Luc, wrung h

to their table. "E

usual arrogance. "Ash. Good. Tell this incompetent manager to

ld," I stated clearly, my voice carrying thr

through the

s money, but it's not his daddy!

ng harshly, "Play along, Ash. Pay the bill. I'll be

on? It's worthless, Etha

iled, loud enough for everyone to hear. "You're flaunting your wealth, t

tire wardrobe, Chloe. And likely more than Ethan has ever earned in his life. If he wa

fled, lost

out his phone. "This is ridiculous. I'

ler this time. He meant Mr

getting i