A familiar figure stepped out - her every movement graceful, poised, almost unreal against the glow of the streetlights. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders like a silk curtain. She wore a fitted cream-colored dress that accentuated her curves in the most modest yet elegant way. Her heels clicked softly on the marble pavement as she approached. Every head within sight turned unconsciously. Even the few workers lingering around the exit seemed to pause, pretending to check their phones but really sneaking glances at her. But this was part of Samanth’s life. Attention followed her like a shadow she could never shake off. Still, as she lifted her gaze and her eyes met Logan’s, something unfamiliar tugged at her chest - a flutter she tried to suppress. Logan stood there, frozen for a second. The calm, unreadable mask he always wore seemed to waver slightly. For a brief moment, the legendary God Master of the Storm Fang Clan.….. the man who faced death and ch

The drive back was cloaked in silence. Chen held the steering wheel firmly, his gaze fixed straight ahead, expression as unreadable as ever. The dim streetlights swept across his face as the car glided through the quiet roads. Jordan sat beside him in the passenger seat, arms folded, his usual cheerful self unusually calm tonight. At the back, Camilla stared quietly out the window. Her reflection against the glass looked faint, lonely. The city lights blinked past in streaks, but her thoughts were far away.…. circling what had happened at Cloudreach, and the look in Logan’s eyes when he chose to follow Samantha. The car’s engine was the only sound. Jordan sighed softly, glancing at Chen before looking at Camilla through the mirror. He could sense the heaviness in the air. Too quiet, he thought. When they finally pulled into the driveway of the small residence arranged for Camilla, Chen parked the car neatly and switched off the engine. The place was one of Logan’s pro

Eventually, Carlos was still the one who broke the silence. He forced out a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Come on, Samantha,” he said casually, gesturing toward the table. “Have a seat.” The others murmured in agreement, trying to act as though nothing had happened. Plates clinked, glasses were lifted, and the fake laughter resumed. But as Samantha looked around, she noticed something.…. there wasn’t an empty seat left for Logan. Every chair was occupied. Carlos leaned back slightly, pretending to think. “Ah, seems we ran out of seats,” he said with feigned regret. “Maybe your… friend can stand for a while. It won’t be long, right?” A few of the scions chuckled softly, their eyes glinting with amusement. It was deliberate. Samantha could see it clearly. This was humiliation dressed as hospitality. She frowned, standing up again. “Forget it,” she said coldly. “We’re leaving.” Before she could take another step, Logan gently held her wrist, his expression

They came like a wave crashing against the reef. Fifteen bodyguards charged forward at once, large hands raised, their faces full of rage and intent to destroy. Logan did not even move from where he stood. He waited calmly as if he were anticipating a surprise. The first bodyguard, a burly man with a tattoo on his neck, swung a fist toward Logan’s face with full force. Logan tilted his head slightly. The fist missed, merely disturbing the air next to his ear. In the same motion, Logan raised his hands, one hand pulling the man and the other palm facing forward and pushing the man's chest with seemingly light effort. Crash! The man was thrown backward, hitting two of his colleagues, and the three of them tumbled to the floor. The others did not stop. Two bodyguards came from the left and right, trying to sandwich Logan. Logan stepped back half a step, his movement so subtle it was almost invisible, then rotated his body. A low kick to the knee of the bodyguard

The night grew late. The crowd that had watched the race slowly dispersed, leaving the stadium parking lot nearly empty. Logan stood beside the black Porsche, he looked around, soon finding that Carlos and James were no longer there. He didn't know when they had left. Logan took out his phone with a calm motion. His fingers tapped the screen a few times, then he raised the phone to his ear. The line rang once. Twice. Then someone picked up. "Carlos," Logan said flatly. "About our agreement." On the other end, there was a long pause. Then Carlos's voice was heard, no longer friendly, no longer polite. "What agreement?" he asked coldly. Logan didn't move. His expression remained calm. "I won. You know the rules." Carlos laughed. "Rules?" he exclaimed. "What rules, Logan? Do you think this is a child's game?" Next to Carlos, James's voice was heard in the background, taking over the conversation. "The competition was unfair!" he barked loudly, as if wanting to ma