2025-05-14 15:46:04“Sorry, wrong. It’s a hundred and ninety seven.”
SLAP! One of the Shadow Guards immediately slapped Liam hard across the face. Meanwhile, Logan snapped his fingers and tapped a few times, then turned it toward Liam. “Your private yacht. Now belongs to me!”“NO! That is mine! MINE!” Liam roared in frustration.
That was his favorite yacht — and the most expensive one!
How could he let someone else take it away?
But ... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Three slaps came one after another, making his head ring loudly.
Liam helplessly sobbed in pain.
The private yacht was worth $5 million ... and he had only bought it last month. Now gone!
His heart was bleeding.
Before he could drop to his knees and beg any further, Logan had already moved on to his next question. “Who is the last woman you slep with and what did you do to her next?” “Anna Kreel, my best friend’s youngest daughter,” Liam blurted. “She threatened to go to the press—I fucked her to death. And faked her death.” “I promise I’m telling the truth this time. You can’t punish m—” However... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Another five slaps landed on Liam’s face—the last one so brutal two teeth flew out of his mouth. “U...un...unfair! Didn’t I say the truth?” Liam yelled in pain, protesting. “You know what? You’re a real devil! That poor girl was only fourteen.” Logan said coldly, his voice full of disdain. And with another tap on the tablet. “Your penthouse in Elleville's East Ridge. Gone!”Hearing this, Liam felt as if a chunk of his heart had been ripped out of his chest — that was his!
Damn robbers!
But he didn’t dare shout again.
“Who is your next prey?”
Ignoring Liam's sour expression, Logan quickly moved to the next question.
Liam hesitated. Reluctantly, he replied, “Charlotte Sullivan—both her grandmother and mother wanted me to take her. It’s a deal, I promise I did nothing wrong! At least, not yet!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! By now, Liam’s face was swollen beyond recognition. He clutched his swollen face in despair. He finally understood the rules: no matter what he said, whether truth or not, he would get slapped, and one of his most precious and valuable assets taken. Logan rose to his feet, towering over Liam with a cold fury. “Well, well ... You’re not just a disgrace to business—you’re a total blight on humanity!” Another tap. “Your offshore accounts in the Caymans. Seized!” Each answer was equally disgusting—enough to make anyone sick with outrage. The room reeked of disgrace—heavy with the stench of unspeakable acts that seemed to cling to the very air. With each disgusting answer, Logan stripped Liam of another asset—his stake in three major corporations, his antique car collection, his private golf estate, his ownership of several patents. One by one, Liam’s empire crumbled before him! By the end of it, Liam was trembling and sprawled on the floor, with his face bleeding.Like a dragon robbed of its treasure, Liam couldn't help but burst into tears.
“P-Please… mercy…don't...take them away,” Liam whimpered, still desperately trying to cling to his possessions.Meanwhile, Logan chuckled slightly, his mood wasn't bad.
For trash like Liam, there were three things that mattered more than life itself: fortune, power and status, and women.
And Liam deserved losing them all and go to hell!
Yet for now, Logan had only taken away Liam's fortune...oh yeah, ... and taught him a small lesson.
Wasn't he already very forgiving?
Curling up his lips, Logan sneered, “Liam, burn this into your skull—there are people beyond your ability to offend.” Without another glance at Liam, Logan stood and left with his bodyguards following like shadows. Liam collapsed, sobbing on the blood-smeared carpet of Room 238. Logan didn’t let his men finish Liam off directly. After personally interrogating Liam, he felt that killing this scum would only dirty his own hands—and let Liam off too easily. Liam deserved to suffer more, slowly, and painfully! Outside the hotel, Logan signalled Kane, and within seconds, all the Shadow Guards dispersed. Logan removed his mask, returning to his regular self. The shift in identities was oddly satisfying. Logan left the hotel and headed to the hospital ward where Charlotte was with Chloe, carrying a paper bag with warm milk and Charlotte's favorite snacks. “Logan?” Seeing Logan entering the ward, Charlotte echoed. She looked tired. “Brought you some milk and snacks.” Logan knelt beside her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve done enough for today. Let me take care of both of you now.” He guided Charlotte to sit back, offering her the cup of warm milk. In front of enemies, Logan was a fearsome demon. But in front of Charlotte, he would always be the gentle man who loved her deeply. Maybe he’d be looked down upon by the Sullivans—but as long as he had Charlotte, nothing else mattered. “Oh, Logan, you’re so sweet.” Charlotte took a warm sip and dropped into the chair, watching as Logan took charge—adjusting Chloe’s blanket, checking her IV, and settling into the chair beside the bed. Meanwhile, back in Room 238 of the Grand Bellaria Hotel, Liam Hayes lay motionless, stirring only faintly.
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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
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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.”
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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
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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
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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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