Novel & Cerita James Logan Howlett

“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

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.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

Nichole's POV "I already told you what I know, Mr. Gonzales." "Then tell me how long you've been working with the Valmont empire," Adrian asked again. Logan took a deep breath before responding. "For about fifteen years now," he said. Logan was around the same age as my dad, maybe a little older, and I knew he was the only board member who had been with us for that long. I guess that was why Dad didn't see through his facade—that he could actually be a snake in the grass.

James disappeared around a corner, a little more fear crept into my heart. Logan didn't hesitate. The moment Dr. James was gone from sight, Logan struck out to find Tyler. He squared his broad shoulders against the wind and tucked his head, moving forward with purpose toward the storage shed. Luckily it wasn't far. I took a deep breath, stuffed the walkie and flashlight into my pocket, and stepped out into the storm to follow him.

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?”