The Ultimate Power

Chapter 10

“What I do is none of your business,” Logan said coldly.

He didn’t like this woman.

Ava had always treated him like dirt.

Just as he walked past her, hoping to avoid another pointless confrontation, Ava stepped forward, blocking his way.

“Piss off, won’t you?” she mocked.

“You think someone like you can get inside Rhine Group? I know Charlotte’s trying to secure a partnership with them, but ALAS — Mr Hayes already promised that deal to me.”

“And when I take it, Charlotte’s days as CEO at Elysian Bloom will be numbered.”

"Watch your wife’s empire crumble from the sidelines, you peasant!"

Logan stared at her, his eyes cold and motionless.

“You know what? You’re a perfect illustration of a rotten brain with wild dreams.”

The third branch of the Sullivan family had always looked down on Charlotte and him.

There was no warmth between kin—only cold, calculating greediness.

“Fuck off!” Feeling unease under Logan’s cold gaze, Ava took a big step back and snapped。

“You damn bum. Useless trash who sells his own blood just to make ends meet.”

Logan’s eyes glinted. Then he chuckled.

“So what if I sold blood? At least I’m healthy and worked my way through college on my own.”

“And you, Ava? Barely scraped through high school—didn’t you sleep with your teacher fortnight for a diploma?”

“Someone who sells her entire body and soul has no right to mock me. You’re not even qualified, you know?”

“You—!”

Ava’s face turned pale.

That incident was her biggest shame.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve? At least, I’m clever and a top graduate. You? You’re barely literate. Calling me trash just proves you’re worth even less.”

Logan took a step forward with every sentence, forcing Ava back until she stumbled against the wall next to the elevator.

Ava’s face turned a deep shade of purple with rage—she was so furious, she couldn’t get a single word out.

Logan let out a cold laugh.

Well, consider this a little interest payment—just a taste of revenge.

Ava had always gone out of her way to humiliate his wife Charlotte and their daughter Chloe, and every time she saw him, she never missed a chance to mock him.

Just then, the elevator doors slid open—and Ava was pushed by a hurried passersby.

Caught off guard, she stumbled and fell to the floor, legs splayed, her sexy transparent pants revealing far too much.

Just then, a young man walked out of the elevator, his face swollen like a pig’s head.

The moment he caught sight of Ava’s exposed pants, his eyes lit up, his swollen face contorted in a mix of surprise and desire.

"Nice... and juicy," he muttered, eyeing her intently and licking his lips.

It was none other than Liam.

Despite losing all his assets, Liam still clung to his title as Chief Operation Officer.

So even now, with his disfigured face, he carried himself like a man of power.

“Mr. Hayes!”

Ava gasped, scrambling to her feet, embarrassed and enraged, trying to cover herself.

“What happened to your face?!”

But Liam ignored her.

His eyes narrowed as he spotted Logan.

He assumed Logan had come to beg for his forgiveness and support from Rhine Corporation, desperate to save his wife's company from collapsing.

“Look who is here, Logan the bastard son-in-law!” Liam snapped.

“If it’s about the deal, tell Charlotte to come to my house tonight. I might throw in another project for her.”

Logan’s jaw tightened, his disgust growing.

“Fuck off before I change my mind,” he said coldly.

He really didn’t want to dirty his hands.