Chapter 275
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-10-04 23:23:42

The woman’s beauty was undeniable, but what drew more attention was the air of authority she carried, as though the room itself bowed to her.

Conversations hushed slightly as eyes followed her path.

When she reached Logan, she extended her hand with a confident smile.

“Mr. Brooks,” she said smoothly, her voice low but commanding. “I’ve heard much about you.”

Logan’s sharp eyes studied her, narrowing slightly as he placed his glass down and took her hand in a firm shake.

“And you are?”

“The daughter of the Minister of Security,” she replied, her smile widening as though she enjoyed the ripple of surprise her introduction caused.

“You may call me Isabella.”

Logan inclined his head respectfully.

“A rare honor, then. I don’t often find myself in such company.”

Isabella leaned slightly closer, her perfume subtle yet intoxicating.

“Oh, don’t be modest. I heard you’re the iron hand—the man who never bends, who always gets things done, no matter the cost.”

There was a flicker of satisfac
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  • Chapter 275

    The woman’s beauty was undeniable, but what drew more attention was the air of authority she carried, as though the room itself bowed to her. Conversations hushed slightly as eyes followed her path.When she reached Logan, she extended her hand with a confident smile.“Mr. Brooks,” she said smoothly, her voice low but commanding. “I’ve heard much about you.”Logan’s sharp eyes studied her, narrowing slightly as he placed his glass down and took her hand in a firm shake. “And you are?”“The daughter of the Minister of Security,” she replied, her smile widening as though she enjoyed the ripple of surprise her introduction caused. “You may call me Isabella.”Logan inclined his head respectfully. “A rare honor, then. I don’t often find myself in such company.”Isabella leaned slightly closer, her perfume subtle yet intoxicating. “Oh, don’t be modest. I heard you’re the iron hand—the man who never bends, who always gets things done, no matter the cost.”There was a flicker of satisfac

  • Chapter 274

    The evening air around the Ministry of Security’s residence was crisp, tinged with the faint aroma of freshly pruned hedges that lined the vast compound.Floodlights swept across the stone walls, illuminating guards stationed at every corner. The black vehicle that carried Logan pulled to a slow halt at the main entrance.Logan stepped out with measured calm, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit that whispered power without the need for words. His jaw was set, eyes sharp, and demeanor commanding—he was a man who carried storms within him yet concealed them beneath a composed exterior.The guards, upon verifying his details, wasted no time. One of them gave a crisp salute, the kind reserved for men who mattered. “Mr. Brooks, you are expected. Please, this way.”He was ushered past the grand double doors of the Ministry’s residence, where polished marble floors gleamed under golden chandeliers. The corridor was wide, lined with oil paintings of national heroes and towering fig

  • Chapter 273

    Carter’s gaze fell directly on Harry, unflinching. “Shocked to see us?” he asked, his voice smooth but dangerous, carrying that calm menace only someone used to power could wield.Harry swallowed hard, his throat dry. "You see, Harry, this is our opportunity.” He gestured with a long, pale hand, pointing to the men standing ready behind him. “Our opportunity to deal with you ourselves, instead of letting the police—or anyone else—handle you. Tonight, this is on our terms.”Harry’s stomach dropped. “Deal with me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the weight of their eyes pressing into his back, the expectation radiating from them like heat from fire.Carter took a measured step closer. “Yes, deal with you,” he repeated. “You’ll pay for John's blood!".His words cut like steel, sharp and absolute. “You killed our brother. That much is clear. But John’s name, his life, will not be twisted further in any… ritual or revenge. That line, Harry, we do not cross.”

  • Chapter 272

    Logan arrived in front of the Minister of Security’s residence.He was immediately led to a grand hall. The grand hall shimmered with light, the chandeliers raining golden brilliance down on the gathering of men who shaped the country from behind the curtains. Their suits were dark, their expressions unreadable, their whispers soft but sharp as blades. Every move in that hall carried meaning. Every glance was political.He had been summoned, guided, and tested. Now, at last, he had been chosen.The Minister of Security himself rose from his place near the dais, a tall figure with a presence that silenced the murmurs around him. He held a polished wooden case in his hands, simple but regal. The moment stretched, each second echoing in Logan’s chest like a war drum.“Logan,” the Minister said, his voice deep and resonant, “through years of precision, loyalty, and ruthlessness when necessary, you have been deemed worthy of what so very few in our history have carried. Tonight, we besto

  • Chapter 271

    Logan seized Charlotte by the wrist and pulled her toward the door. Her breaths came fast and shallow, each one tinged with panic and exhaustion. She stumbled against him at first, her legs trembling from what she had endured, but he steadied her, half-carrying her out of the suffocating room where she had nearly lost everything.The air outside was sharp, carrying the faint smell of damp soil and rotting wood. To Charlotte, it felt like the first clean breath she had taken in hours. Logan didn’t slow down. He dragged her past the broken porch, across the crunching gravel, and toward the line of vehicles where his men were already fanned out, keeping watch for resistance.“Clear the way!” Logan barked, his voice echoing through the night like steel striking stone. His men immediately shifted formation, covering the flanks while keeping their weapons trained on the house.Charlotte’s knees buckled again, and Logan tightened his grip on her shoulder. “Stay with me,” he muttered, his

  • Chapter 270

    Logan advanced closer to the bed where Mart hovered over Charlotte, his voice steady but filled with the force of restrained fury.“Get up from her,” he ordered, each word cutting like steel. “Leave her alone. Now.”The command was not just spoken—it thundered through the dimly lit room like a judgment long overdue. His chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, but the fire in his eyes betrayed the storm raging inside.Charlotte lay beneath Mart, trembling, her wrists raw from the ropes, her breath broken by sobs she was too exhausted to suppress. Her wide eyes darted to Logan, clinging to the sudden light of hope that had burst into her prison. She had prayed for rescue, whispered desperate pleas into the dark, and now he stood before her like an avenging force.But Mart and his men were not cowed. Fury twisted their faces. One of them, the one holding the knife at the edge of the bed, stepped forward. His expression carried both madness and arrogance as he raised the blad

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