Vivian sat in the car, her face cold and expressionless, eyes fixed straight ahead. The moment she saw Logan emerge, she rolled down the window and let out a scornful laugh. "Logan, you really are something. On one side, you're tangled up with Paige, and on the other, you're busy charming the heiress of a wealthy family. Are you trying to marry into money and become a live-in son-in-law?" Logan stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her, his gaze icy. Vivian met his eyes, hers filled with contempt. "You never fail to disgust me, Logan. Just when I think I've reached my limit with you, you manage to prove me wrong." He pressed his lips together and lowered his head slightly, eyes narrowing as his expression shifted—quietly, darkly, like still waters hiding unfathomable depth. Then, he suddenly smiled. Her words didn't stir even a flicker of emotion in him. There was no sting, no offense—just a quiet detachment. "That's right," he said coolly. "So what if I'm invol
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