Chapter 5
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-05-14 15:39:06

“Mom—!”

Charlotte froze in shoke. Sadness settled in her eyes. And her heart shattered with pain.

Little bastard daughter?!

Chloe was her daughter too! Barbara’s granddaughter! How could she say such a thing?

Logan gently squeezed Charlotte’s hand to comfort her.

He wasn’t surprised at Barbara’s harsh insulting words because he already knew she ditested his baby girl.

He didn’t even look at Barbara or Liam.

Instead, he calmly took out the divorce agreement and pulled out a lighter from his pocket.

He took a deep breath.

And with a flick of his thumb, the flame ignited.

He lit the papers calmly and determined, as if burning away all the humiliation and resentment he had endured under the Sullivan’s roof.

The divorce papers quickly turned to ash.

Along with it, the invisible chains that had held Logan down were also incinerated.

He felt free at last.

From today onwards, he would endure no more.

Barbara and Liam stared in stunned disbelief.

How dared this bastard?!

Logan ignored them and simply smiled.

That smile left Charlotte in a daze.

Since their marriage, she had never seen that kind of confidence and charm on Logan’s face.

His entire demeanor had changed—gone was the anxious, repressed look.

Now, he radiated calm control and quiet strength.

“Sorry, no more divorce papers...It’s nothing but trash now.”

Logan shrugged casually.

He looked around the room and then declared, “Oh, by the way, our precious daughter Chloe’s surgery is already taken care of.”

“So fuck off this nonsense!”

The flames consumed the papers swiftly, leaving nothing but ashes.

“As for kneeling and apologizing to you?” Logan scoffed. “Ridiculous!”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, pumpkin?”

With a flick of his wrist, he scattered the ashes—right onto Liam’s face.

Caught off guard, Liam was immediately covered in soot.

Charlotte nearly burst out laughing at the sight but stopped in time.

Liam’s face twisted in rage.

“You bastard! I’ll kill you!” Liam snarled, lunging at Logan, but Logan was faster.

With a swift move, Logan grabbed Liam by the collar and raised his hand — SMACK!

A sharp slap landed on Liam’s face, sending him staggering.

An obvious handprint bloomed, and one of his teeth flew out.

“You ... you’re dead!” Liam roared, his eyes bloodshot.

“Oh shut up, you crook!”

Logan raised his other hand — SMACK!

Another slap.

Now Liam’s other cheek was swollen as well, making him look like a garden toad.

Though not old, Liam was short and plump, and frail from years of drinking and ingulgence.

He was no match for Logan, who worked out whenever he could and did physical labor regularly.

“Sorry, but you look really good with both cheeks slapped,” Logan said with a cheeky grin.

Barbara screamed. “Logan! What have you done?!”

“You...you’ve gone too far. I swear you’ll all pay for this!” Liam staggered to his feet, red with humiliation.

This was simply too much to tolerate!

"Just you wait. You'll be on your knees, crying and begging me to take your wife!"

“And I’ll ruin you all! I’ll make sure all the Sullivan’s companies go bankrupt! You hear me?!”

Liam cast one last fierce glare at everyone present before turning around and leaving.

“Liam, wait! Let me explain!” Barbara cried, chasing after him, trying to clutch his arm.

“Explain my ass! You are finished—this isn’t over!” Liam shouted, voice cracking, as he stormed out.

Barbara paled. Hearing Liam threaten the Sullivan family and all their companies left her terrified.

Then, turning on Logan, she screamed, “You idiot! This is all your fault, you useless piece of trash! You offended Liam, and now we’ve lost the project! All the companies are going bankrupt—we’ll be homeless!”

“So what if I offended him? As for the project, I’m sure we can handle it. I won’t let Charlotte’s hard work go to waste.”

Logan adjusted his clothes, not the least bit concerned by Liam’s threats.

“You arrogant fool!” Barbara exploded.

“You dare talk big? Fine. I’ll wait and see how you ‘handle it.’ If you fail, you sign the divorce papers and fuck off immediately!”

Logan replied calmly, “Don’t worry. I won’t get the chance to sign any divorce papers. Never again!”

“You…!”

Barbara clutched her chest, gasping in anger.

Logan had never talked back to her in such blunt way.

However, today, it was as if he’d become a different man.

Not only did he talk back, he even got the gut to beat Liam up. Had he gone crazy?

Charlotte, though furious with her mother for calling her daughter a bastard, still tried to keep the peace.

“Mom, Logan might not be as successful, but he’s a good man and a great husband. We have a lovely daughter. So stop trying to push us into divorce. I won’t fall for your tricks again.”

“Oh, so now you’re siding with him?” Barbara snapped.

“Fine. But Logan had better fix this mess. Without the Rhine Corporation’s project, Elysian Bloom won’t last much longer! Your CEO position will be gone and your grandmother will kick all of us onto the street!”

Barbara stormed out, face livid.

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