Mason's second son, Riley Ulrich, was relatively normal. Well, at least compared to the youngest. However, his interests leaned on the eccentric side.

Andrew finally met Riley outside a bar. "You guys are the ones looking for me? Make it quick, alright? Don't interrupt my nightlife."

He had a side part hairstyle, wore flashy, colorful clothes, and had heavy makeup. The second he opened his mouth, the overwhelming diva energy hit them like a brick wall.

Logan frowned hard. "Dylan, are you sure this is Mason's son?"

Dylan raised both hands. "Mr. Keller, certified and verified. If you don't believe me, ask him yourself."

Logan turned to the flamboyant man in front of him. "Is your dad Mason Ulrich? As in, the head of the Ulrich family?"

Riley fluttered his fingers dramatically. "Ugh, how rude! Calling my daddy by name like that. But since you're kinda hot, with that rugged bad-boy thing going, I'll forgive you this time."

Logan looked like he was about to throw up, his face