The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured gardens of the Grandview Manor as Logan pulled his battered delivery van through the ornate iron gates. The engine sputtered and wheezed, drawing disapproving glances from the valet attendants in their pristine uniforms. Logan adjusted his worn cap and checked the delivery slip one more time—a rush order for white lilies and roses, requested specifically for the Henderson-Blackwood wedding. He grabbed the elegant bouquet from the back of his van, its delicate petals a stark contrast to his calloused, dirt-stained hands. The venue was magnificent, with towering marble columns and crystal chandeliers visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Logan had never delivered to such an upscale location before. As he approached the main entrance, carrying the flowers with careful precision, the sound of wedding music drifted through the air. He pushed through the heavy oak doors and stepped into the grand ballroom, his work boots

The oppressive silence that had fallen over the grand ballroom was shattered when Darien, his face twisted with rage and humiliation, stepped forward. "You think you can intimidate me, you pathetic worm?" Darien snarled, his expensive suit rustling as he moved. "I don't care what kind of cheap theatrics you're trying to pull!" He gestured sharply at the security guards. "Grab him! Throw this cockroach out on the street where he belongs!" But the guards, still shaken by their earlier encounter with Logan's inexplicable strength, hesitated. "What are you waiting for?" Darien screamed. "He's just a delivery boy! A maggot! A—" Logan turned around slowly, his eyes meeting Darien's across the marble floor. The look in his gaze was no longer that of a humiliated husband—it was the cold, calculating stare of a predator. "You want to handle this yourself?" Logan asked quietly. "Damn right I do!" Darien rolled up his sleeves, revealing expensive gold cufflinks. "I'll show everyone what

The warehouse fell into absolute silence as Aaron's unconscious form lay crumpled on the concrete floor, his limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The remaining kidnappers stared in horror at their broken leader, finally understanding the magnitude of their mistake. "Master Logan," the silver-haired man whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "Your power... it's beyond anything we imagined." One by one, every powerful figure in the warehouse dropped to their knees again, this time with genuine awe rather than mere respect.“All hail the great Master Logan!” They chorused, their voices deep as drum. "Forgive us for doubting even for a moment," called out a mafia boss whose organization controlled the eastern districts. "We should have known that insects like Aaron could never truly threaten a god among men." "The Martial King's legend spoke of supernatural abilities," added a billionaire industrialist, his forehead touching the ground. "But witnessing it... this is beyond mortal

The moment Logan stepped into the ballroom, Samantha's carefully maintained composure as the perfect hostess completely shattered. Without a second thought for protocol or her status as the guest of honor, she lifted the hem of her expensive gown and rushed across the marble floor toward him. "Logan!" she called out, her voice filled with genuine delight that echoed across the suddenly quiet ballroom. "You came! I was so worried you might change your mind!" The assembled guests watched in stunned silence as the mayor's daughter, the youngest congresswoman in state history, threw her arms around a man in shabby work clothes as if he were the most important person in the world. "Thank you for keeping your promise," Samantha whispered, her eyes shining with happiness. "This means everything to me." Logan stood stiffly in her embrace, clearly uncomfortable with the public display of affection, but he didn't push her away.“ I am a man of my words.” Near the center of the ballroom,