Chapter 49: It Erupted into a Shouting Match

Terrance Lyson focused on nothing but the silver needles between his fingers. His long, slender hand moved from point to point with steady precision, as if the rest of the world had fallen away and only the patient remained. Even when cheers burst out from across the room, he did not so much as lift his eyelids. Liana Lashbrook stood to the side with her arms folded, deliberately dragging out her words. "Hey, Terrance Lyson. Elliot Zorn's already finished over there." She tilted her head, a sly...