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Logan said as he started the car, its engine revving loudly as it came to life, spluttering a few times before the car started to roll away. “I don’t see why that’s any of my business. It’s my pack and I let half of them in here, scums and all. They should be grateful.” I responded smugly. All Logan did was nod his head but I knew that little gesture didn’t mean he agreed with me. It meant anything but that. “It’s just so hard to get through to you.” “Just drive.”

Chapter 86 His Luna MYSTIC SHADOWS FORTRESS Patting the car steering as he got stuck in traffic, Logan tried to think of many ways he could start up a conversation with Arlo without sounding defensive. One thing renowned about Logan's character is how much he doesn't give a damn about explaining himself to anybody. But Arlo just has his whole remote in his hands. And if he had been a girl most people would have doubted the expression to just be ordinarily natural. They would think he was in love with Arlo.

Rene, the operations manager, called her, saying that Logan Bruggman, a handsome but annoying widower from the computer division, would come to her outlet within an hour. 'Logan? I heard he is also one of the high managerial team? But why he is the one who will come to the outlet?!' Logan Bruggman. A strange name for a strange person. He was a Californian, but his parents named him Bruggman and Logan. And it made Beth burst out laughing when she saw his name tag for the first time at the head office. That strange man prefers to be called Logan than Bruggman. But . . . every time she said that strange name, Beth's tongue would slip and call her Burger. Yes, Burger, that's the man's nickname.

"I can't say I know how you're feeling right now, but I'm sorry. And I'm certain that he would want you to move on with your life, be happy. It's not too late to start living again…" Russ smiled, faintly. "Thank you" Logan stood up and went to a kind of cabin locker. He unlocked it with a key and a code. In anticipation to see what he had locked with two tight security protocols, he brought out a bottle of 1774 Vercel “Vin Jaune d'Arbois Camila chuckled. "Are you kidding me?"

I drag myself up and swing it open. And there he is. Same damn face. Same damn eyes. But different. “Oh… you meant now? I’m not sure… I mean, it’s a little messy in here.” “I was in the neighborhood.” Logan’s suit is a little looser than Lance’s ever was, like he cares more about comfort than sharp tailoring. His hair is neat but not styled to perfection. And his smile—it’s... softer. Less cocky. “Really?” I know he’s bullshitting me.

I smirked, her words dragging me back into memory. It reminded me of a time in Philadelphia when Logan had just returned from one of his infamous business deals. That night, among the things he took before his enemies could pay, he brought home a CD. He said he found it in his pocket, but I knew Logan always chose what he carried back. It was a movie disc, the cover painted with images of cowboys mid-duel. We slipped it into the DVD player, and instantly the story unfolded on screen, dusty roads, revolvers, blood, and betrayal.

Mark Logan squatted in front of Mark and poked his shoulder with his hand, "Hey, what's the matter with you? Motion sickness?" "I... woo, wow." Mark vomited again just as he was about to speak. Mark Logan blinked, stood up, looked around, but didn't see a water seller, so he asked, "Do you have water in your car?" Mark wiped his mouth, "Yes, I'll get it myself." He didn't dare to let the beautiful man take it, it was too rude. Mark got up from the ground pitifully, went to the car to get paper and water, and rinsed his mouth while wiping. It took ten minutes to recover. He sat on the ground and looked at Mark Logan like a resentful woman, "Why are you kicking me?"

Dregen’s P.O.V “Hey, Dregen. I heard that there’s a new shipment of blood vessels at this auction. What do you think of buying one for yourself, huh?” Logan asked with a mischievous smile whilst driving. Logan was my very good friend and also my work colleague. A notorious playboy, he was known to be a silver-tongued fox amongst the ladies. “No. We are only going to the auction to buy a gift for Lora. Nothing else.”

The late afternoon had ended with us winning the tournament. Rainwood was the winner, only because of their Captain otherwise we would have been dead ants. Caleb looked a bit sad but his wide smile had lifted up the gloomy atmosphere that was lurking around his teammates. “Yo Lina.” Ares whispered from behind, earning a shriek from me. “Holy chicken nuggets.” I instantly turned around and saw him smirk at me. “The little girl gets scared too, huh?” He teased, giving me a childish grin.

Logan, with his undeniable aura of charisma, looked incredibly hot. Known for his stylish flair and effortlessly cool outfits, Logan had a penchant for simple yet sophisticated pieces that perfectly echoed his laid-back personality and innate sense of good taste. On this particular evening, he opted for a grey relaxed-fit T-shirt, a choice that effortlessly projected a casual yet put-together appearance, perfectly aligning with his easy going demeanour. The shirt clung to his frame, subtly emphasising the contours of his veiny arms, a glimpse of his toned physique that added an extra layer of allure.