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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Logan crouched in the shadows, his eyes narrowing as he observed the two men whispering at the far end of the corridor. They thought themselves safe, hidden away in the quiet recesses of the hospital, far from watchful eyes. But Logan had been trained to notice the slightest shift in behavior, the faintest hint of guilt. And from the way the men spoke in hushed tones, from the way they exchanged glances with unease, he knew they were involved in something darker than they wanted to admit.The men were completely unaware that Logan had been watching them all along. They leaned against the wall, their voices low but sharp enough for Logan to catch every poisonous word.“…if we add a little more next time, it will surely finish him off,” one whispered, his tone steady but laced with malice.The second nodded nervously. “But what if someone begins to suspect? That boy… Logan. He’s been coming around too often, and he seems too clever for his own good.”The first man sneered. “Don’t wor
Chapter 147
Logan’s hands trembled slightly as he withdrew the last syringe from his father’s arm. The faint beep of the monitors steadied, the irregular rhythm smoothing into something that resembled stability. Relief surged through him like a tide, but he did not allow himself the comfort of resting. His father’s condition was not simply the result of illness—it was treachery, and everyone in the room needed to know it.Slowly, Logan rose from the bedside. His father, Curtis Brook, lay pale and frail on the sheets, his breathing shallow but steady. The family and attendants had gathered in the master chamber of Brook Mansion, their eyes fixed on Logan as if he alone carried the weight of their hope.Logan’s gaze swept over them, sharp and unforgiving. “Listen carefully,” he began, his voice low but firm. “My father’s illness is not natural. His condition worsened because someone has been poisoning him—bit by bit, day after day.”Gasps rippled through the crowd. A servant dropped the tray
Chapter 146
Logan ignored the doctor’s shouting as if the man’s voice were nothing more than background noise. His focus was locked entirely on the man lying weak and pale before him—his father.He lifted the small porcelain cup to his father’s lips and gently tilted it, letting the bitter herbal infusion flow slowly into his mouth. His father made a faint noise, but swallowed, sip after sip. Logan’s movements were calm and deliberate, but inside, his blood boiled.When the last drop was gone, Logan set the cup aside and watched closely.A few minutes passed. Then, almost imperceptibly, his father’s chest rose a little more steadily. His breathing wasn’t as ragged. A sheen of cold sweat broke across his forehead, and Logan recognized the sign—some of the poison was leaving his system.Moments later, the smell in the air shifted, and Logan saw the doctor stiffen in surprise. The herbs were working.Still, Logan knew it wasn’t enough. The bulk of the toxin remained buried deep inside his father’s b
Chapter 145
Logan moved closer to the bed, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of the Brooks master suite.His father lay there, pale and unmoving, his breathing so faint that Logan almost had to lean over to see the rise and fall of his chest. The smell of antiseptic lingered heavily in the air, but beneath it, there was another scent—a bitter, metallic note he knew all too well.Poison.He placed two fingers gently on his father’s wrist, feeling the sluggish, uneven pulse. Then he pressed his palm lightly against his father’s chest, listening with the trained patience of someone who had treated him before.His heart sank. The toxin levels in his father’s system weren’t just present—they were higher than before.Much higher.It wasn’t a mild contamination or a trace dose—it was deliberate, heavy, and meant to kill quickly. If something wasn’t done immediately, Logan estimated his father had only hours, maybe less, before his body shut down completely.A troubled heaviness settled in Logan’
Chapter 144
Charlotte was still smiling faintly from hearing that Chloe was alive when her phone lit up again.The number on the screen was unfamiliar.She hesitated, her thumb hovering over the green button. But before she could answer, the call ended.A second later, her phone buzzed again—this time, a text message.Her breath caught as she read it:> Warn your husband to stay away from whatever involves his family, unless he wants to die. That goes for you and your daughter too.Charlotte’s fingers trembled around the phone. The words seemed to pulse on the screen, each one seeping into her chest like ice. Someone knew about Chloe. Someone knew about Logan. And now… someone was threatening their lives.Her first instinct was to call Logan immediately, but she stopped herself. Her mind was racing. If she told him now, he would come storming back, reckless and furious, and with Chloe’s condition, the last thing they needed was more chaos.Still, fear gnawed at her. Whoever sent that message kn
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Logan felt his chest tighten as the doctor’s words echoed in his mind. Vegetable for life. The phrase didn’t belong in any sentence describing his little girl.“No,” he said firmly, his voice thick with defiance. “That’s not possible. My daughter will not spend the rest of her life trapped in her own body. I don’t care what it takes—I’ll make sure Chloe is fine… and normal again.”The doctor’s sympathetic expression didn’t change, but Logan barely noticed. His mind was already racing through possibilities—specialists, overseas treatments, experimental therapies. He was prepared to fight the world if that was what it took.Before he could speak again, his phone began to ring. The name flashing across the screen made him pause. Charlotte.He answered immediately. “Charlotte.”Her voice came through the line, strained and sorrowful. “Logan… about Chloe… Did you—did you find her body?”Logan was silent for a long moment. He could hear Charlotte’s breathing on the other end, uneven and
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