LOGAN’S REVENGE SYSTEM

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

Logan sat down and, as if on cue, the waiter approached. "What can I get you, sir?" the waiter inquired politely.

Logan paused, feeling a surge of discomfort, and then replied, "I'm waiting for someone, thank you."

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each minute reminding him of the limited time frame he had to complete the task given to him by the system. An hour had nearly passed, accompanied by persistent reminders by the system that he had only three hours left.

Just as Logan's nerves were starting to get the best of him, his phone rang. It was Eleanor, and he answered quickly. They exchanged greetings, and Logan directed her to his table.

Eleanor, looking radiant in an expensive dress, approached with confidence. As they locked eyes, Logan couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. Her presence stirred up old emotions, reminding him of the connection they once shared.

"Eleanor," Logan greeted her with a polite smile as she arrived.

"Logan," she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity