The Beggar Husband She Divorced Is a Trillionaire

Chapter 4

Logan pulled out his phone, his expression unchanged as Margaret Chase continued her tirade behind him.

He scrolled to Samuel Wright's contact and pressed call.

Samuel answered on the first ring. "Mr. Mercer. I'm already upstairs. Is everything all right?"

"I'm at the entrance," Logan said quietly. "There's been a misunderstanding with security."

There was a beat of silence. Then Samuel's voice turned sharp. "They're not letting you in?"

"No."

"I'll handle it immediately." The line went dead.

Logan slipped the phone back into his pocket and turned to face Margaret, who was watching him with a expression of pure contempt.

"Who were you calling?" she asked mockingly. "Your imaginary friends? Maybe one of them can pretend to get you inside."

The security guards stood on either side of Logan now, their hands hovering near his arms but not quite touching. Waiting for the order.

Margaret's smile was vicious. "You know what you look like right now, Logan? A desperate little man trying to cling to relevance. Making phone calls to no one. Pretending you belong in places like this." She turned to the guards. "What are you waiting for? Throw him out. He's clearly trespassing."

One of the guards reached for Logan's shoulder.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave—"

"Wait!"

The voice came from inside the restaurant — sharp, panicked, and loud enough to cut through the evening air like a blade.

Everyone turned.

A man in an impeccable charcoal suit came sprinting through the entrance, his face pale and slick with sweat. His nameplate read Daniel Cross — General Manager. He looked like a man who had just been told his career was about to end.

"Stop!" Daniel barked at the guards. "Don't touch him!"

The guard froze, his hand inches from Logan's shoulder.

Daniel skidded to a halt in front of them, breathing hard. His eyes swept over Logan, then to the guards, then to Margaret, who was staring at him with a mixture of confusion and indignation.

"Mr. Cross," one of the guards began, "this man doesn't have a membership card—"

"I don't care," Daniel snapped. He turned to Logan, his voice dropping into something close to reverence. "Sir, I apologize. There's been a terrible mistake. Please, come inside."

Logan regarded him calmly. "There's no need to apologize. They were doing their job."

"Their job does not include refusing entry to someone of your standing," Daniel said firmly. He shot a glare at the guards that could have melted steel. "We'll discuss this later."

Margaret stepped forward, her voice sharp. "Excuse me. What is going on here?"

Daniel didn't even look at her.

"Sir," he said to Logan, gesturing toward the entrance. "If you'll follow me, I'll escort you to the top floor personally."

"Wait just a minute!" Margaret's voice rose, shrill with outrage. "You can't seriously be letting him in. He's nobody. He doesn't have a membership!"

Daniel finally turned to her, his expression flat and cold. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step aside."

Margaret's mouth fell open. "Step aside? Do you have any idea who I am? My future son-in-law is Brandon Holt. He's a platinum member of this establishment. Platinum!"

"I'm aware of Mr. Holt's membership status," Daniel said, his tone devoid of warmth.

"Then you should be aware that I'm his guest tonight," Margaret shot back, her voice dripping with entitlement. "I have every right to be here. Unlike this… this parasite." She jabbed a finger at Logan. "He's a fraud. He's lying about having a reservation. He probably doesn't even have two dollars to his name."

Daniel's jaw tightened. "Ma'am—"

"No, you listen to me," Margaret interrupted, stepping closer to him. "I don't know what kind of con he's running, but I'm not going to stand here and watch you fall for it. That man is a leech. A nobody. He was married to my daughter and spent years living off her success like the worthless parasite he is. And now you're telling me he gets to walk into Vantage while I'm being ignored?"

Logan stood perfectly still, his hands in his pockets, his face unreadable.

Daniel's expression shifted from professional courtesy to something colder. Dangerous.

"Ma'am," he said, his voice dropping to a level that made the guards straighten unconsciously. "I'm going to say this once. This gentleman is a guest of the highest priority. His presence here supersedes any membership tier, including platinum. If you continue to cause a scene, I will not only deny you entry — I will personally see to it that Mr. Holt's platinum membership is revoked. Permanently."

The color drained from Margaret's face. "You… you can't do that."

"I absolutely can," Daniel said. "And I will. Vantage does not tolerate disruptions to our guests, regardless of who their relatives claim to be."

Margaret's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "This is outrageous. I'm going to call Brandon right now. He'll have you fired for this."

"You're welcome to try," Daniel said flatly. He turned back to Logan, his tone softening instantly. "Again, sir, my deepest apologies for the delay. Please, follow me."

Logan glanced at Margaret one last time. She looked like she had been slapped.

"Thank you," Logan said to Daniel, his voice quiet.

They walked toward the entrance.

Behind them, Margaret finally found her voice again. "This isn't over, Logan! You think you can humiliate me like this? You think you can just walk in there and pretend to be someone important? You're nothing! You hear me? Nothing!"

Logan didn't turn around.

Daniel led him through the entrance, past the polished marble floors and towering floral arrangements that marked Vantage as a temple of wealth and power. The air inside was cool and scented faintly with jasmine.

"I'm terribly sorry about that, sir," Daniel said as they stepped into a private elevator. "If I had known you were arriving, I would have escorted you personally from the start."

"It's fine," Logan said.

"It's not fine," Daniel insisted. He pressed the button for the top floor. "Mr. Wright called me directly. He was very clear about who you are and how you're to be treated. Those guards will be reprimanded."

Logan shook his head slightly. "They were doing their job. Don't punish them for following protocol."

Daniel hesitated, then nodded. "As you wish, sir."