Chapter 170: Playing Favorites

But the one who stepped out of the Rolls-Royce was not Jace Casson. It was his eldest son, Harley Casson. Harley was cut from a different cloth than Aldo Casson and Raphael Casson. He looked composed and seasoned, carried himself with quiet authority, and moved with a natural command of the room. He gave a slight smile, went up to greet Gerome Tetlow, declined the old man's invitation to join the feast, then leaned close and spoke to him in a low voice. Jordan didn't need to guess to get the gist. Their...