Novel & Cerita James Logan Howlett

"He wants to challenge the person who taught him to fight?" "That seems to be the case, sir," Charles, Logan's assistant, nodded once more as the man began to laugh heartily, even clapping slowly as if mocking. "It sounds quite bold but also amusing. Where is he?" Mr. Logan asked with a very confident demeanor. "He might be arriving soon," Charles had just said that when the door to the main room of the Black Phoenix headquarters opened, revealing Jaxter and his followers behind him. Several people who had once been part of Black Phoenix also entered and spread out in the room. Naturally, they were ordered to protect their current leader, Logan.

If it were up to him, even if she died from her injuries, it would only strengthen the case against Kyle and make sure that the latter received the harshest possible sentence. Joseph didn't stay long. After instructing the caretakers to monitor Yvonne closely, he returned to work. When he arrived at his office, he found a middle-aged man waiting for him. The man, Logan Walker, was slightly overweight with a round face. Joseph had never seen him before. "Are you here as a patient? Please register at the counter. If not, please see Mr. Henderson," said Joseph. Logan replied, realizing that Joseph wasn't as easy to persuade as he had expected, "Dr. Hart, I'm an important client of Lowell Group.

“So that you know what I did while I was in the hospital?” James snorted. “I don't take care of such trivial things.” “So, what does that have to do with me?” James folded his arms across his chest, then looked at Victoria more sharply. “Didn't you hear me? Logan came to Dallas Corp. For the first time since the accident,” he repeated in a pressing tone. Victoria returned the stare without hesitation. “Even though he's still in a wheelchair, it feels like... he wants to give a warning,” James muttered, his voice sounding sarcastic. "As if to show that he's still capable of working despite his disability."

“We don’t know for certain, but the most likely answer is James. After the Bacchanal, the chaos at Rafael’s lodge drew massive attention. Council resources must have silently swarmed the area, and James had eyes on everything. When we left the compound, his people would have tracked the movement and fed the information to Harrison. James wanted Gale found — a living witness to illegal detention by the crown. That was his ammunition. Harrison just did something uglier with it than James planned, but I doubt James is losing sleep over the outcome. Gale dead still points back at me, and James gets to play concerned elder arriving to restore order while his ally does the dirty work.” “That’s dis

Then everyone was dismissed. Logan’s personal assistant, James was immediately by his side, informing him about his itinerary. “That’s good why you are at it. I need you to look into getting a bodyguard for Emily,” Logan said to James. “Will do that, sir.” James nodded his head. “Logan” Mr. Miller called Logan's attention. “I need to speak with you. " Logan nodded his head in agreement and walked with Mr. Miller to his office. “You have grown into a fine young man,” Mr. Miller said, tapping Logan on both shoulders.

“Leigh cried so easily, not exactly like the PA.” I dragged my hand from the couch down my face. This was incredibly bad. Worse than I had even imagined. Logan Hunt, the only billionaire brain who had closed deals worth the size of the entire market, the only man that dominates the boardrooms like he owned it immediately he steps his foot there. It was surprising how he could spend the whole day talking to a framed photo and forgetting to eat or even put on socks. Just yesterday, I caught him lost in thought staring at a wall in the elevator. When I stood by his side, tried to drag him out, he said, “I thought maybe she was kind enough to have left a message here.”

"Well, I'm sure Dr. Conrad and the others could easily stabilize her. It's not a bad plan, you know. If Helga's body recovers well, the risk of her operation will significantly decrease," Logan reassured. "You can ask Kurt Washington for help. His team is top-notch." "My brother tried contacting him, but it seems he's joined a pretty prestigious group of his own. He even earned a knighthood along the way. He's climbing the ranks with outstanding results. He might even become the next president of the International Association of Therapists.

His footsteps were getting closer, and I could feel his sharp gaze piercing my back. “So, who was that guy, Emma?” James’ voice sounded mockingly from behind me. I paused for a moment, reluctant to turn around, but James continued speaking. “Logan, huh? The rich CEO who booked the restaurant yesterday? Did you manage to seduce a rich man to support your four children?”

I said to my father’s former secretary, now my own, her efficiency and professionalism just what I needed. She rattled off a list of meetings, appointments, and deadlines. One name caught my attention. Hartley Holdings. A slow smile spread across my face. Logan was the chairman of Hartley Holdings. And if Logan was coming… Peter was bound to come as well. My anticipation grew with each passing minute. The meeting was set for mid morning, and I spent the time meticulously reviewing the files, my mind racing with possibilities. When Logan finally arrived, however, he was alone. Disappointing. Utterly disappointing.

Slowly, Logan turned his head, his hazy eyes locking onto James with absolute, freezing contempt. "Shut up, James," Logan whispered, his voice trembling with a deadly coldness. "Just shut up and get out." James’s jaw tightened. The rare crack of vulnerability vanished instantly, replaced by his usual rigid posture. He stared at Logan for a long, tense moment, realizing no apology or excuse was going to undo the damage. Without another word, James stood up, gathered his clothes, got dressed in stiff silence, and pulled the door shut behind him with a sharp click.