As Logan continued to move through the crowd, the two men who had been following him pretended to engage in a casual conversation. Their actions were anything but inconspicuous, and Logan could sense their eyes on him. He knew they had recognized him and were following him with ominous intentions.A thought crossed Logan's mind, a brief temptation to confront them, to ask to see their boss and explain himself. But before he could act on it, they abruptly changed direction and started heading back to where they had come from. Logan wasn't buying it; something wasn't right.Panicking, he tried to blend into the growing crowd, his mind racing for an escape plan. He regretted ever coming here; being spotted by the bikers first had sealed his fate, making it unlikely that anyone of them would listen to his explanations.Desperation etched on his face, Logan finally managed to immerse himself in a dense throng of people. He felt a bit safer, but his heart still pounded with fear. His backpa
Baton and his gang burst into mocking laughter. Baton raised his hand as if to applaud Logan's audacity. "You hear that, guys? Our new friend here thinks we aren't his buddies."The laughter died down, and Baton's expression turned cold. "Thanks for the money, kid," he said with a wicked smile, "but we're not leaving you until you regret messing with us."With a signal from Baton, his henchmen began to close in on Logan, their fists clenched and expressions menacing. Logan's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the blows started to rain down on him. Pain surged through his body, and his vision blurred with tears.Amidst the beating, Logan's thoughts raced. He had walked into a nightmare, and there seemed to be no way out. He had hoped that giving them the money would buy his freedom, but it had only made things worse. As Baton's gang continued their merciless assault, Logan clung to the hope that somehow, he would find a way to escape this ordeal and put an end to the relentless cycle
Logan slowly stirred, waking up to the soft reflection of sunlight filtering into his hospital room. He looked around, feeling considerably better than before, but something was amiss – Daniel wasn't there.Frowning, he tried to sit up and reach for the clock to check the time. Just as he was about to move, a nurse walked in, her presence overbearing his movements. She greeted him with a warm smile but then noticed his intent to rise."Easy there," she said gently. "You're not fully healed yet."Logan ignored her for a moment, his focus on finding the clock. He needed to know what time it was.The nurse, patient but slightly concerned, pointed to a wall clock above his head. "It's a little past noon, Mr. Logan."Satisfied with the answer, Logan finally addressed her question. "How long have I been here?"The nurse's gaze softened as she replied, "You've been here for two days, recovering."Logan's eyes widened as he processed the information. He couldn't afford to stay here any longer
Logan's heart raced as he opened the door, seeing his former boss, the same man who had once employed him but now looked a little less angry and wore a disconcerting smile.The boss noticed the fresh bruises on Logan's face and couldn't help but comment, "Logan, you're going to get yourself killed if you keep getting involved in whatever you've joined."Logan didn't feel like explaining himself anymore. He was tired of trying to make people understand that he hadn't joined anyone. He asked, "What are you doing here? I thought we came to an understanding."The boss nodded, his smile never fading. "We did, Logan, but it wasn't a complete understanding. There's more to discuss."Logan's eyebrows furrowed as his former boss handed him another set of documents to sign. Logan took the papers, his eyes scanning the text carefully. As he read, his eyes widened in disbelief.The boss explained, "You see, Logan, after assessing the full cost of the damages, we've realized that you'll need to pa
Logan knew he had to distance himself from the chaos he had unwittingly caused. Panic coursed through his veins as he limped away from the wreckage, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the judgmental stares of the store's patrons. All eyes were on him, and it felt as if the weight of the entire store was bearing down upon him.His desperate retreat, however, was abruptly interrupted by a deep, authoritative voice calling out from behind. Logan turned, his heart sinking, as he faced some of the store's workers who had rushed to the scene.One of the employees, a burly man with a stern expression, pointed a accusing finger at Logan. "It was him," he declared, confirming Logan's identity to the growing crowd of witnesses. "He's the one who caused this mess!"The store's workers, all wearing matching uniforms, began to converge on Logan, their anger and frustration evident. They berated him for the destruction he had caused, their voices rising in unison like an
Logan, his patience wearing thin, responded with a cold, "I already paid for that."He moved to walk away again, but Tyler reached out, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder, trying to halt him. "Hey, come on, Logan. Let us take you back to the store and sort this out properly."Logan removed Tyler's hand from his shoulder with a sharp motion. "I don't need your help, Tyler. I've settled it. Now, just let me be."Tyler hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion as he wondered how Logan could have had access to such a substantial amount of money those products worth. His curiosity got the better of him, and he trailed after Logan, asking, "Seriously, Logan, how did you get that kind of cash so quickly? How much did they charge you?"Logan didn't respond, maintaining his determined stride forward. But just as he thought he might have escaped their clutches, Tyler made a dangerous move. With a sudden burst of anger, he shoved Logan forcefully against the wall of a nearby build
Chapter 62Logan left the scene of his victorious confrontation with Carter's gang, a surprising smile tugging at the corners of his battered face. The system's voice echoed in his head, congratulating him on a successful task saying, "congratulations host on being successful. The tip promised would be revealed under the next 48 hours." Logan couldn't help but wonder how the system would deliver this mysterious reward, but he decided not to dwell on it for now. The reward he had received for the task was more than enough to occupy his thoughts and all he had to do was wait.As he walked away, however, the pain from his bandaged areas intensified, a stark reminder of the damage he had endured and inflicted during the fight. Logan knew he had to tend to his injuries, but the closest hospital would only raise questions about his frequent scuffles, something he wanted to avoid. He opted to head home, where he had first aid supplies to patch himself up.Logan flagged down a cab, and as he
As Logan sat on the uncomfortable chair in the police station, he watched the officers go about their daily activities. The station was a bustling place, with people coming and going throughout the day. Logan couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease as the hours passed. The open entrance door was a constant reminder of the outside world, tempting him with the possibility of escape. However, he knew all too well the consequences of such a rash decision.As the day slowly turned into evening, Logan's anxiety deepened. He knew that Carter and his gang would stop at nothing to ensure he stayed locked up. Carter's father, a lawyer who had always pampered his son, could prove to be a formidable adversary in this situation.Logan continued to sit in the police station, his thoughts racing, wondering how he had ended up in this predicament. At one point, the idea of making a run for it crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Running would only make him look guilty, and he had n
Mr Clarkson, desperation in his tone, begged, "Logan, please, stop. There has to be another way."But Logan, standing up angrily, attempted to leave. Suddenly, his grandfather called for his guards. "Guards! Escort my grandson upstairs. He's not feeling quite well today."Logan, bewildered, protested, "What are you doing? You can't keep me here! I'm not a minor, and I have rights!"But the guards, following orders, guided Logan upstairs. One of them, sympathetically, whispered as soon as they he was in saying, "Get well soon, Logan," before locking the door behind him.Inside the room, Logan banged on the door, frustration evident. "Let me out! I need to save her! I will sue you all! Especially you Baton!"His pleas fell on deaf ears as he found himself confined, the weight of the situation sinking in. Meanwhile, downstairs, his grandfather and Sam exchanged worried glances, both realizing the gravity of the impending clash. The fate of Aella hung in the balance, and the struggle betw
Logan woke up groggily, the previous night's celebration still lingering in his mind. Glancing at his phone, he was startled to find 36 missed calls from Baton. Wondering what could be so urgent, he dialed back, his irritation evident.As Baton picked up, Logan couldn't help but yell. "Jesus Christ Baton! 36 missed calls? What's so important?"Baton's voice was tense in response saying, "Logan, where were you last night?"Logan, defensive, shot back, "Why would I report to you, Baton. It's none of your business. It's not like you are my father."Baton, cutting to the chase, explained, "There's a problem, Logan. You know, you didn't want to listen yesterday, so i thought that it was too dangerous for you to move around alone. I ordered my guys to follow you. They informed me that you were seeing someone, followed you all the way home and now, the girl you were with is missing currently."But Logan, dismissing the concern, retorted, "What do you mean? You don't know that? You're wrong.
Logan's phone buzzed, and his face lit up as he saw Aella's name on the screen. He answered, "Hey, Aella! What's up?"Aella's voice conveyed excitement, "Logan, I saw the news! You're amazing! I don't know... I want to celebrate with you!"Grinning, Logan replied, "Thanks, Aella! I'd love to celebrate. Any particular place in mind?"Aella teased, "Nope, you decide. It's your moment!"After a moment of thought, Logan suggested, "How about the old canteen? You know, where I used to work. It has a special vibe."Aella agreed, "Perfect! I'll meet you there in two hours. Can't wait!"As they both hung up, Logan's mind raced with anticipation. Logan dashed outside, waving down a cab with an eagerness that couldn't be contained. Jumping into the cab, the driver couldn't help but notice the sheer joy radiating from Logan's face.The cab driver, curious, couldn't help but ask. "You look like you're on top of the world! Date night, huh?"Logan, grinning ear to ear, shook his head. "Nah, not a
The entry of Mr. Clarkson into the board meeting room caused a stir among the members. Shocked murmurs spread like wildfire, and Mr. Winston, the leader of the faction aiming to replace the chairman, hastily approached Mr. Clarkson, feigning surprise."Mr. Clarkson! We thought you were... well, we heard..."Mr. Clarkson, maintaining his calm attitude, replied, "Heard what, Winston? That I was dead? I'm glad to see your concern for my well-being. Why is everyone gathered here today?"Winston stuttered, trying to compose himself. "We're having a meeting to get things in order. Everything hasn't been the same since your disappearance."But Logan sniffled, catching on to the pretense. He glanced at the presentation on the hall's TV screen, the topic being displayed titled, "Leadership Transition: Appointing a New Chairman and CEO"With a wry smile, Logan remarked in response, "Get things in order, you say? Replacing the chairman and CEO, huh?"Winston swallowed nervously, realizing that t
As Logan agreed to the DNA test, his grandfather, Mr. Clarkson, wasted no time. He instructed Baton to bring in the doctor, a trusted individual who had been part of their lives for years. The doctor entered, exchanging pleasantries with Logan before turning to the task at hand."Logan," the doctor explained, "we're going to take a sample for a DNA test. It's a simple process, and the results will be ready in a day or two."Logan, though slightly uneasy about the procedure, nodded in agreement. The doctor carefully collected the necessary samples, emphasizing the significance of the test and its potential impact on their lives.Later that evening, Logan bid his grandfather goodbye, heading home with Baton. However, a twist awaited him in as he got home. As soon as he got home, he found himself removed from the secret online group, he had been part of for with the board members for a while now. It seemed they believed he had aligned with Sam earlier, casting doubt on his identity as M
As the evening sun cast long shadows across the city, Logan sat in his dimly lit living room, the television flickering with breaking news. The somber tone of the reporter echoed through the room, announcing the police's hunt for Sam in connection with the tragic deaths of Mr. Clarkson's son and daughter-in-law, alongside the mysterious disappearance of two members of the company's board.Logan clenched his fists, a mix of shock and anger on his face, as he muttered to himself, "Stupid cops, they let him escape?"The reporter continued, "Authorities are urging anyone with information about Sam's whereabouts to come forward. If you have any details, please contact the local police immediately."Unable to bear it any longer, Logan stormed out of his living room in anger, creating chaos in his room and turning everything upsidedown. His bodyguards, T-bone and Pete, were left startled by the sudden outburst, wondering what had provoked him.Meanwhile, Sam bunked with his old partners in c
Sam, fueled by frustration and betrayal, paced angrily in his living room, his mind clouded by the unexpected resistance from Logan. The weight of the situation pressed on him, leading him to seek solace in the bottom of a bottle. He stormed into his house, heading straight to the fridge and uncorking a bottle of alcohol.As Sam drowned his vexation in the numbing embrace of liquor, Mr. Patrick, returning to the sitting room, was taken aback by the sight. He approached Sam with concern, questioning, "Sam, what are you doing?"Sam, in a state of inebriation, sneered, "Seems like we'll have to revisit the past, Patrick."Perplexed, Mr. Patrick asked, "Revisit the past? What do you mean?"Sam, his words slurring, reminded him, "Remember how we took down Mr. Clarkson's family years ago? Well, it's time to do it again. His grandson, Logan, is a stumbling block. I gave him a chance to live, but he's so stubborn like his father."Attempting get more out of this, Mr. Patrick queried, "Why now
As Sam returned home, a self-satisfied grin adorned his face, believing he had successfully manipulated Logan into submission. Mr. Patrick, his reluctant accomplice, noticed the elation and couldn't help but inquire, "What's up, Sam? You seem pretty pleased. Got some good news?"Sam, reveling in his perceived triumph, downplayed the situation, replying, "Ah, nothing much happened. Just some smooth sailing."Unconvinced, Mr. Patrick pressed further, "Come on, Sam. You can share the good news with me. We're in this together, right?"But Sam persisted, maintaining his air of mystery, "Nothing worth sharing, Patrick. Just routine business."Despite Sam's evasive response, Mr. Patrick reassured him afterwards saying, "Well, I spoke with Baton. He understands the need to keep things clean from now on. No more messy work."Sam, pleased with the assurance, nodded. "Good. We can't afford any unnecessary attention. Baton needs to stick to the plan and stop leaving clues for the cops."The follo
The denial in Mr. Clarkson's eyes lingered, a stubborn refusal to accept the harsh reality that Logan presented. Determined to provide irrefutable evidence, Logan embarked on a mission to extract a confession from Sam himself.Later in the day, within the confines of Baton's compound, Logan convened a meeting with his newfound partners, Baton and Mr. Patrick. As they lounged in a secluded area, drinks in hand, Logan outlined his plan."We need a confession from Sam," Logan declared, his eyes meeting the gaze of Baton and Mr. Patrick. "Otherwise, granddad won't believe anything without solid proof. I think you should raise a discussion relating to this Patrick. Try to extract information from Sam yourself."Mr. Patrick, hesitating, voiced his concerns, "Sam is no fool Logan. If I dare bring up such a topic, he'll surely get very suspicious and might start thinking that I'm trying to extract information from him and must be recording. He's very cunny like that."Baton, leaning back in h