GRAND RETURN OF THE WAR LORD

Chapter 7

Third Point Of View

Bright lights illuminated Apex city's largest hall. The Rivens family went all out this time. Soft, mild music lingered in the air, as distinguished guests made their way in. The melodious sound of laughter, soft whispers, and the clinking of glasses gave the air some cheery vibes, and Logan couldn't tear his eyes away from the magnificence of the whole place. 

He was clad in a dashing tuxedo from one of the largest fashion brands in the world. His wavy brown hair was styled like he could be on a magazine cover, and his eyes held so many emotions in them, capable of drawing anyone in with a single glance. His thin fingers were loosely wrapped around a glass of wine, his hawk-like gaze scrutinizing the young woman before him, “Where are your family members?” He asked, his honey toned voice blending with the mild music. 

Sophie tightened her grip on her purse, letting out a soft sigh, “they'll be out in a few minutes. “ she then turned to face him, her red lips giving her the look of a charming seductress, “You can't mess this up for me, you understand?” 

Logan raised his drink, giving a curt nod, as his gaze traveled elsewhere. Since Mr Lee’s surgery was successful, he might as well just lay back and enjoy the show. He took a small sip from his wine, “They're here.” 

Just so he wouldn't mess things up, Sohie had sent him a few pictures of her entire family, labeling their foreheads with their names. She couldn't afford to make a single mistake, he couldn't afford to make a single mistake. There was just too much at stake. Her precious life and her fucking reputation. 

“Quick, let's go say hi.” She hooked her arms around Logan and led the way. Sighting the family matriarch and her mother, she waved her hands, giving her best smiles, “Grandmother, mother, over here.” 

Logan remained calm, trying not to get bored by the whole fake smile his face was blinded with. 

Augusta Riven, dressed in one of the most chic and sophisticated dresses, smiled from ear to ear, watching as Sophie and Logan walked towards her, “You really brought your fiance.” She began, taking in Logan's appearance, “but is he really better than Mr Thompson?” 

Sophie bit her lips, letting out a soft chuckle, “Grandma, you have to trust me on this. He's…” she was lost for words, her face paling, “He's much better than Mr Thompson.” If there was something she omitted, it was trying to give Logan a name! They forgot to practice his new character and focused on memorizing the names of her family members. He was a low life, someone with nothing to his name! 

What if he exposes the whole plan with a single mistake? 

Sophie's mother, Rosalia, stared at her daughter, before turning to stare at Logan, “You look like a decent young man.” She smiled, clutching her expensive Chanel purse, “What do you do? I'm sure your father owns one of the biggest companies in Apex city.” 

Sophie's face turned ashen. Her heart slammed violently against her ribcage, as she anticipated Logan's answer. Her hands trembled, her nails tearing into her own flesh. 

“I'm an orphan, my lady. “ Logan replied calmly, “but I'll make sure I give your daughter the life she deserves. I work at a company—not the largest, but it's quite satisfying.” 

“You work there as an employee?!” 

“You're an orphan?!

Roselia and Augusta snapped at the same time, their faces flushed from anger. Roselia stared at Sophie, unable to contain the fury that stirred within her, “Is this the low life you've been bragging about? Someone better than Mr Thompson?!” 

“Mother.” Sophie whispered, her chest rising and falling at an insane pace, “Mother, he really is better than Mr Thompson. He's only an orphan, but he makes enough money to last a lifetime.”

“But he has no parents!” Augusta snapped, her eyes blazing with fury, “what's the benefit of getting married to someone like him?! It isn't going to help our business in any way!” 

Logan's eyes darkened, and an overwhelming aura pressed against everyone, terrifying them for a few seconds, “Ma'am, you're making a—”

“Shut that trap you call a mouth!” Augusta yelled, glaring hard at Logan, “someone like you thinks he can marry into the Rivens family? Just so you could suck all our cash?!” Logan trembled from rage, his veins bulging out. It took everything within him not to give Augusta a piece of his mind. 

“Grandma, you're embarrassing him.” Sophie drawed, trying to save her own ass, but her mother's next words sucked the breath out of her, “I don't care if you're engaged to this fucking gold digger, you're getting married to Mr. Thompson to save our company!”