Supreme Legacy: Rise and Revenge

Chapter 8: The Ten-Million-Dollar Deposit

Harper Green flushed with embarrassment. Did this “con artist” have to commit to the bit so hard?

Kayla Logan shook her head through tears. She knew Adrian had just saved her mother—but once the lie unraveled, her mother would return to despair.

Orson Montgomery sniffed. “I have practiced medicine for decades without error. Mr. Logan will not survive tomorrow. No one can save him. Young man, don’t spout nonsense.”

“Others can’t doesn’t mean I can’t,” Adrian replied.

Orson’s smile turned glacial. “Such arrogance. Show me your medical license.”

“He—he forgot it,” Kayla blurted before Adrian could speak.

Harper chimed in, “Who carries their papers everywhere? Did you bring yours, Professor Montgomery?”

Orson hesitated—he had not.

“Kidding me?” Kyle Logan sneered at Adrian. “Montgomery’s famous nationwide. He doesn’t need that. Besides, I’ve got friends—I can run your name this instant.”

Kayla’s stomach dropped. She scrambled for a defense when Adrian said, unhurried, “I don’t have a license.”

Silence fell like a curtain.

Kayla turned to him, rigid. Of all the things—he had just admitted it. Weren’t con men supposed to lie? Offer any plausible excuse? How had she ended up with a partner this hopeless?

“Kayla Logan,” Kyle drawled, eyes raking over Adrian, “you’ll drag any piece of trash into the house, won’t you? What is he—your boy toy?”

Smack.

The word wasn’t finished before Adrian’s palm cracked across Kyle’s face, swelling his cheek at once.

“You hit me?” Kyle roared. “You—”

Adrian’s gaze went cold as steel. “Foul mouth again, and I’ll pulp your lips.”

The threat in his eyes stole Kyle’s voice.

“I can cure him,” Adrian said, turning to Mrs. Logan. “My f*e is ten million dollars.”

Her breath caught. “How… how much?”

For the Logans, ten million wasn’t impossible. The real question was whether he could deliver.

Kayla stepped in quickly. “Adrian, enough. Stop the act.”

“A ten million?” Orson scoffed. “You’ve got gall, naming a sky price like that. Do you think you’re a world-class medical professor?”

Adrian smiled faintly. “Ten million is only the deposit—to bring him back to consciousness. Once he’s fully cured, the total is fifty million. I don’t bargain.”

At fifty million, the room reeled.

The Logans could pay it; Hunter Logan’s life was worth far more. But that presumed he could be cured. Hunter’s cancer was terminal; Professor Montgomery had declared it hopeless. Specialists across the country had, too.

“Don’t believe me?” Adrian shrugged. “Then I’ll leave.”

“Wait—don’t,” Mrs. Logan said quickly. “Can you truly save Hunter? His illness is cancer…” She exhaled, defeated. “Fine. I’ll trust you—this once.”

There was nowhere else to turn.

“Deal. Prepare the funds. I’ll wake him now,” Adrian said. “But I need a quiet room. While I’m treating him, no interruptions.”

“Agreed.”

She led him into Hunter Logan’s bedroom and pulled the door to.

Outside, Kayla whispered, “Can he really do it?”

“Do it, my ass,” Kyle snapped, clutching his swelling cheek. “Dad’s vitals are gone. If that fraud saves him, I’ll drop dead on the spot. If he fails, I’ll nail him for fraud and see him rot in prison.”

Professor Montgomery sighed. “Mr. Logan’s heart has stopped. His life force is spent. It’s best to prepare the funeral.”

Kayla’s face dimmed.

Mrs. Logan leaned against the doorframe, eyes reddening, the light draining from her gaze. Keeping Adrian had been a heat-of-the-moment decision—treating a dead horse like a living one.

In her heart, she knew: there was likely nothing to be done.