Logan emerged unscathed from the explosion, the shockwave rolling over him without leaving a mark. As the debris settled, he stood up, dusting off his suit with a calm expression. He strolled through the wreckage, his eyes scanning the room while his brain worked. It was clearly possible that someone had set up the bomb with the right timing. Their intentions were to kill him while everyone is out of the meeting hall. "Thank you FRIDAY," Logan said genuinely. "This system has done nothing but protect me from disastrous situations."Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and a group of servants rushed in with gas masks and fire extinguishers. They were prepared to rescue Logan, but as the smoke cleared, their eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "Boss! Are you okay?" one of them stammered, his jaws dropping as he took in the scene of Logan standing unharmed amidst the destruction.Before Logan could respond, Umberto and the other pillars of the Rossi clan bursting into the room.

A Japanese tea ceremony is about tea only on its surface. From the positioning of guests to the cleaning of the tools to the scooping of the loose-leaf tea, everything has significance. Logan was provided with slippers as soon as He arrived at the tea room. Shoes aren't allowed in the tea room. Haruto ushered him in as his host. Once inside a tea room, there are a few additional rules that apply. Logan entered the room on his knees, avoiding stepping on the center of the mats. Instead of using his palms, Logan used his closed fists when touching the mats, (for hygiene). It was then Logan saw Haruto's guests. They were all good businessmen but other than that, Logan don't know who they were.Sienna was the last guest. She wore a lovely dress that highlighted her out of the party.The guests welcomed Logan warmly and they exchanged pleasantries. Five of them sat round a table chatting and drinking sake. It was the way businessmen love to be treated. Their host served them w

Staring at Nagisa right now, Logan felt sorry for her. She was trembling with rage and hunger for revenge. Logan became aware just how much her uncle meant to her. Perhaps that was the reason he killed him. He knew her uncle's death would shake her core. Nagisa made to pounce on Logan but he stopped her immediately with a wave of my hand. "I wouldn't advise you to do that, Nagisa. It's best if you listen to what I have to say. This whole Chashitsu is wired into a bomb."Nagisa stood fixed where she was, her green eyes watchful and calculative. Logan had a forewarning this woman was going to be difficult. Pulling out a button remote from his pocket, he showed it to her. "I'm not bluffing. Before venturing here, I had my two best men plant numerous bombs underneath this very building we are in. Now I know the Chashitsu meant a lot to you and your uncle. It's a family heritage, right? Your uncle's great grand father passed it on to his children so they can pass it to the next for g

Logan appeared to be lost. Nagisa betraying her Boss? That seemed unlikely. "Can you at least tell me why you're betraying her?" Logan asked. Nagisa sighed. "A long time ago, I had a little sister. When we were kids, we got kidnapped by the Mona Lisa and taken away to a far away island.""My sister and I were violated every night along with other young girls. One day my sister died. I was kept in a stinky cell with numerous girls.""There were about two hundred girls all together. A hundred were picked to become assassins while the other hundred serve as harlots.""I was trained to work under the Mona Lisa for many years. At the end of my training, I took an oat to the Mona Lisa, then I was free to return back to my family.""I served the Mona Lisa for years but never for once did I forget what she did to my little sister. Secretly, I harboured a desired to kill the Mona Lisa but it was impossible."Logan stared at her feet. "That must be rough on you. You've got a sad backstory."

Logan glanced at Thandolwethu out of the corner of his eyes. "You seriously want to do this?" He asked. Thandolwethu grunted. "Try me. I'm not playing around."Logan chuckled softly. "If you think you're going to win against me by blowing yourself up, then you're in for a surprise because I can't die."Thandolwethu scoffed. "As if.""I'll make you an offer," Logan said. "I'll let you live if you take me to the Mona Lisa. I promise not to hurt you.""You think I'll easily betray my mistress?" Thandolwethu said angrily. "For your information, I've sworn my loyalty to the Mona Lisa. You can't change my mind."Logan started walking towards the stairs. Thandolwethu stiffened in shock. "Why are you moving? I'll pull the strings if you take another step."Logan kept walking. It was as if he had gone deaf all of a sudden. Sweat beads formed on Thandolwethu's face as she cried out. "You bastard! Don't you fear death?"Logan was now ascending up the stairs. He glanced at her out of the corn