2026-04-30 12:00:14While Logan was still in his thoughts, the elevator that led straight to the CEO’s floor dinged loudly, drawing their attention. The woman that stepped out was the CEO’s secretary, she was sharp-looking as she took measured strides towards them.
Leslie quickly adjusted her clothes and turned sharply to Stacy. "Keep it down, will you? Can't you see that someone from the CEO's floor is here? Behave yourself." She scolded as she tried her best to look as calm as possible.
"Oh my God! That's true…” Stacy composed herself quickly, “They must have reconsidered your business proposal and sent her to inform us, mom." She turned to Adriana, "Your father's connection must have worked after all.
Adriana huffed quietly, "I told you my father's influence will come through. " She said with a proud smirk.
While they didn't know that the CEO they fawned over was the Mitchell family butler, Alfred Macdonald, they also didn't know that the actual CEO and the rightful heir to the property they stood in… was right in front of them.
Albert was merely a trusted individual that was personally chosen by the Mitchell family to handle the public affairs of Astral Corp while they took care of things from the shadows. Only 1% of the world's population knew of their existence.
Leslie held out her hand, hoping for a handshake, but the lady brushed past her and stood in front of Logan with a smile. Leslie was beyond embarrassed.
"Hello, Mr Logan. I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.” She said with a calm smile. "The CEO has been expecting you since you told him you were coming. He even cleared out his schedule for the day so he'd be available for you whenever you arrive."
"Hello there, secretary Kim." Logan returned the smile. "Did he really clear out the schedule for the day? He shouldn't have done that, I don't plan on staying long.”
At this point, Leslie, Stacy, and Adriana were too stunned to speak. This was a scenario they never thought in a million years would play out in front of them.
"Mum, what the hell is going on?" Stacy whispered to her mother, "Is this really happening right now? Did the secretary just address that good-for-nothing with respect?"
Leslie only nodded in disbelief, trying to wrap her head around what she was witnessing at the moment, “Just how much does that fool think he matters?”
Adriana just stared, unable to say a word.
Meanwhile, Logan and Kim chatted away, ignoring the presence of the three women.
Kim then led Logan away towards the VIPs only elevator that led straight to the CEO's floor.
Stacy was the first to leave after they left, “No freaking way.” She said loudly, “That idiot did not just get special treatment while we're here.”
“This must be a mistake. We're gonna wait for his to come back and then ask him because there's no way this is happening.” Leslie whispered.
Kim led Logan through highest floor to the CEO's office. She made a low knock before going in with Logan.
Sorry for taking so long in bringing him here, sir. There was a slight disturbance at the lobby earlier." She told the old man sitting behind the large mahogany desk.
Alfred nodded as he stood up, adjusting his suit. "It's alright, thank you Kim. You may leave now."
Kim nodded and looked over at Logan. "Welcome back, Young Master Mitchell. You have been greatly missed.” She said with a genuine smile and left.
The minute the door closed after Kim, Alfred moved towards Logan and pulled him into a tight hug. “She couldn't be more right, Young Master, you truly were greatly missed.”
Logan returned the hug. “I would be lying if I said I didn't miss you all, Alfred. But I have more serious matters to attend, and it can't wait till tomorrow. What is it that you want me to do?”
"Oh, yes." Alfred stood up and went to retrieve a file from his desk. "I want you to sign this, and once you do, the $600,000 would be yours."
Logan frowned, just like that? He knew something was up when he saw the file he was asked to sign. He flipped through the document. Then his brows knotted, "Butler Alfred, why must I sign a document for inheritance before you help me?"
"Young Master, it is your duty and right to take over the empire's affairs, sir.” The butler said immediately for fear of being cut off by Logan, "I know you left the family because of what happened to your sister and you blame your father for it but I assure you, he isn't at fault, he is not the culprit. For how long do you plan on punishing him?"
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Chapter 152: The Perfect Son-in-Law
Kyle's throat moved.He pulled in a slow breath, and then he stepped forward and put both arms around Logan.It was a firm hug, the kind that said more than most sentences could, and he held it for a moment before releasing.Logan returned it, one hand on Kyle's back, steady and unhurried, letting the older man have the moment completely.When Kyle pulled back, his eyes were bright in a way he was clearly working to manage, the press of emotion held back through sheer effort of will, the way men of his generation often managed things that moved them too much to show fully in public.He shook his head once, looking at Logan."I always knew," Kyle said, his voice slightly rougher than usual. "From the beginning, even when everyone else was saying otherwise, I always knew you were a good man." He paused. "An excellent son-in-law."Logan held his gaze and said nothing, letting the words land.Then Kyle shook his head again, more firmly this time, and something in his expression shifted, b
Chapter 151: The Gift of Integrity
Kyle crossed the short distance between them with a chuckle that came from somewhere deep and genuine, the kind of laugh that carried relief and pride and something warmer underneath both of those things.He put his hand on Logan's shoulder, gripping it firmly, and looked at his son in law with the full, unguarded expression of a man who had stopped managing how much he showed.“Fifty million,” Kyle said, shaking his head slowly. “Logan. You just walked into this room and pulled fifty million dollars out of a painting nobody else in here could see properly.” He shook Logan’s shoulder once, still holding it. “Congratulations. That’s yours, you earned every cent of it.”Logan looked at him with a warm, steady expression.Then he shook his head.Kyle’s hand slowed on his shoulder. “What?”“It’s not mine,” Logan said.Kyle frowned. “What do you mean it’s not yours? You’re the one who found it. You’re the one who…”“You made the payment.” Logan kept his voice calm and unhurried. “Two hundr
Chapter 150: The Price of Decision
Logan was already looking back at him.They stood facing each other across the small distance, the noise of the room continuing around them, the murmuring crowd, the excited voices of the appraisers, Stacy quietly rearranging herself behind Kyle's shoulder, none of it touching the space between father and son in law directly.Kyle looked at Logan's face with the focused, searching attention of someone reading a document they needed to understand completely before moving on.“Logan,” Kyle said quietly. “You knew. From the very beginning. You knew what was inside that painting.”Logan met his eyes steadily. “Yes.”Kyle exhaled slowly. “The tapping. The agreement with Charles. The offer. All of it. You knew exactly what you were doing.”Logan nodded once. “I did.”Kyle glanced toward the painting, then back at Logan. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why not tell me what you suspected? Why let me risk almost everything I had left without giving me the full picture?”Logan’s voice stayed calm
Chapter 149: The Valuation of Trust
Alex looked at Logan with the quiet, brooding attention of someone revising a theory they had been certain about and finding the revision uncomfortable.At the front of the room, the experts had drawn together again, a brief, murmured exchange between Roman, Holt, and Charles Green, their voices too low to carry. Roman held the painting throughout, his grip steady and careful, and the three of them spoke with the focused efficiency of people who had done this before and knew what they were deciding.After a short while, Mr. Holt took a step forward and faced the room.“Based on our collective assessment,” he said, his voice carrying its usual weight, “and pending full authentication through appropriate channels, the current estimated value of this work is fifty million dollars.”For a fraction of a second the room held perfectly still.Then from somewhere to Kyle's left came a sound, sharp and involuntary, the exclamation of someone whose self control had simply not been fast enough t
Chapter 148: The Anatomy of a Discovery
Stacy stared at the emerging painting, her mind working backward through everything she had watched over the past twenty minutes.The tapping. The ear pressed against the canvas, listening to something nobody else in the room had thought to listen for. The careful, methodical way Logan had examined the piece before agreeing with Charles's appraisal, the agreement everyone had taken as proof he didn't know what he was doing.He had known."That's why he was tapping," she said, almost to herself, her voice quiet but carrying in the way quiet voices sometimes did when everything around them had gone tense and listening. "He was checking if there was something hollow behind it. He could hear it."Carlos turned his head toward her. “What did you just say?”Stacy repeated, louder this time, “He was listening for a hollow space. That’s why he tapped it like that. He knew there was something underneath the whole time.”Alex looked at her sharply. “You’re defending him now? After everything?”
Chapter 147: The Expert Consensus
Roman took the painting with both hands and stood with it for a moment, simply looking.He didn't reach for tools or lean in immediately. He just looked, the way someone looked at something when their instincts had already formed an opinion and they were giving their eyes a moment to confirm it before they said anything out loud.The two men who had accompanied him moved closer, flanking him, their attention dropping to the canvas as well. The three of them formed a quiet cluster around it while the rest of the room stayed where it was, nobody moving, nobody wanting to break whatever was happening.After a long moment, Roman spoke to the man on his left in a low voice. The man nodded and produced a small case from his jacket, similar to the kind Charles Green had used, and passed it to Roman. Roman accepted it without looking away from the painting.He examined the canvas closely now, moving through a brief but thorough inspection that covered the edges, the surface texture, the back
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