After Logan dropped the call with Lord Leinhart, he let out a long, slow breath.The weight of the conversation lingered heavily in his mind. Finding Melissa was only part of the battle, and now the hardest part getting the truth out, was yet to come. His thoughts were a storm of complications, plans, and strategies. As his mind churned, a soft voice broke through the haze."Logan?"He turned to see Mia sitting up in bed, her eyes studying him carefully, the early morning light casting soft shadows across her face. She looked more like herself today, her cheeks a little less pale, her gaze sharp with the curiosity that had always defined her. But there was also concern."How are you feeling?" Logan asked, walking over to her, trying to shake off the tension from the phone call.Mia smiled faintly. "I'm fine. You worry too much," she teased, but there was something behind her words. Her gaze was more penetrating, more observant. Logan sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of

Logan stepped into the grand hall of the Leinhart Villa. Beside him, Sam and his team followed closely, their expressions equally serious. They had Melissa in custody now, with undeniable evidence that she had been behind Mia’s accident, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on them all.The Leinhart family, known for its stoic traditions and guarded emotions, had been called together at Logan's request. Every member was gathered in the ornate living room, waiting for answers. Whispers echoed through the room as they looked at each other with curiosity and suspicion, trying to comprehend why they had been summoned. Logan could see the tension simmerin. As he and his team entered with Melissa in tow, the whispers grew louder, through the room. Melissa's hands were bound, and her head was bowed in shame, though there was still a defiance in her posture, as if she couldn’t fully accept the consequences of her actions. Her usual arrogance was gone, replaced with a cold resig

After Melissa was taken into police custody, the weight of the situation seemed to settle on the Leinhart Villa. The family was still in shock, and the air of betrayal hung thick. Lord Leinhart refused to face Melissa again, and her mother was devastated by her daughter’s actions. Logan, however, was already moving on to the next matter at hand.When Logan and his men returned to his base, the adrenaline from confronting Melissa began to fade. He realized there was still much left unresolved. They had just resolved Mia’s accident, but something else had been bothering Logan for weeks,his own amnesia. It didn’t make sense that he couldn’t remember vital details about his past or how he’d been manipulated.Logan sat down at the head of the large conference table, his face stern and focused. His men gathered around him, Sam by his side as usual, ready to give updates. There was no rest when it came to protecting those he loved, and Mia’s safety was only one part of the puzzle.“Sam,” Lo

Agent Wayne, as the highest-ranking member of the panel, held considerable influence within the organization, and he was prepared to wield that power to keep the truth from Logan. The recent discovery that Logan’s memories had begun returning made Wayne uneasy. The doctor had told him that the effect of the drug would start to wear off soon which means recovery for Logan. If Logan pieced together what they’d done, it would only be a matter of time before the rest of the world knew. And Wayne couldn’t afford that. So, he devised a plan to eliminate Logan’s authority without raising too much suspicion.Late one evening, Agent Wayne met with Agent Gunna and Agent Young in a secured conference room within headquarters. The mood was tense, each of them aware that the stakes were higher than ever.“We have a problem,” Wayne said, his voice low but sharp. “I latched a man onto Agent Frost’s team. Logan’s progress on the investigation into his accident is a clear threat. If he continues thi

As Sam carefully monitored the movements of the panel members, he knew the stakes were higher than ever.Logan was counting on him to uncover any clues that could expose the agents' conspiracy. Every day was a game of balancing his cover while gathering intel, and each move required precision.But no matter how cautious he was, Sam couldn’t shake the sense that eyes were watching him from the shadows.One night, he was accessing an encrypted file from the agency’s restricted database when he felt a faint prickle down his spine. It was an instinct honed from years in the field, a sense that something was terribly wrong. He tried to stay calm, quietly closing out of the file and preparing his excuses. But before he could exit, the door clicked open, and three agents stepped in. At their head was Agent Tyga, his lips curled into a triumphant smirk.“Well, well, what do we have here?” Tyga said mockingly, crossing his arms. “Did you really think you could spy on us and get away with it?