Nathaniel Lynch frowned, thinking. If he recalled correctly, Naomi Kenway's husband was a Shaw—Ethan Shaw.
"What? Bro, you know that nouveau riche?" Nathaniel Lynch sneered, then started ranting. "I was on a show with him before. The guy's such a poser, always acting all high and mighty. And that watch on his wrist? Who knows if it was real, but I bet it was fake. Judging by how whipped he looks, he can't be that rich. Seriously, what a joke. Showing up to a program wearing a fake watch... He's got some nerve."
Nathaniel Lynch frowned. "Why didn't I expose him right then and there? His fake watch was so convincing, it even fooled me at first."
"That's enough." His older brother's voice, tinged with a rare severity, cut him off. "You didn't actually offend the man, did you? Have you forgotten who Ethan Shaw is?"
