Logan's eyes widened in fear, but he couldn't answer, his mouth firmly bound. Baton nodded to one of his men, and they reluctantly removed the makeshift gag. Logan gasped for breath, his voice trembling as he begged for forgiveness."I swear, I didn't want to betray anyone. I was just trying to survive!"Baton's eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped to a sinister whisper. "Survival in our world comes at a price, Logan. You should have thought about that before meddling in our affairs."With a cruel smile, Baton signaled to his men, and they didn't waste a moment. They began to beat Logan mercilessly, the blows raining down on him from every direction. Pain exploded in Logan's body with each strike, and he could do nothing but curl into a fetal position and endure.After what felt like an eternity, Baton finally ordered them to stop. Logan lay battered and bruised, barely able to move. The bike gangsters stepped back, their faces impassive, showing neither sympathy nor remorse. They unt
"I'll transfer triple the amount I owe you," Logan declared through gritted teeth.The manager was taken aback by Logan's sudden resolve. He reluctantly provided the bank account details, disbelief written across his face as he watched Logan process the transfer on his phone. When the manager received the notification confirming the substantial payment, he was left in stunned silence.Logan's eyes bore into the manager's as he spoke, his voice trembling with pain and exhaustion. "Now, I expect you to treat me, as you should have from the beginning."The manager, finally realizing the extent of Logan's determination, turned to the nurse and ordered her to treat him immediately. She did so begrudgingly, her resentment palpable as she attended to his wounds.The treatment was far from gentle. She handled him with an air of begrudging obligation, her touch firm and impersonal. As Logan winced with each touch, she probed the swollen and bruised areas of his face and body, her fingers tracin
The following day, Logan awoke in his hospital room, feeling marginally better but still nursing a throbbing headache and aching body. He shifted uncomfortably in his bed as the morning sun filtered through the curtains and the rays blinding his eyes. Just then, the nurse entered, her smile a facade of compassion. "How are you feeling today, Mr. Logan?" she inquired, her tone polite but distant.Logan winced, his voice still hoarse. "Slightly better than yesterday, I guess. Can I go home now?"The nurse, seemingly ignoring his question, checked his bandages with clinical detachment and replied, "I'll inform the doctor of your progress."Logan watched her leave the room, a growing sense of unease settling in. He had a nagging feeling that his day was about to take a turn for the worse.As if on cue, a doctor arrived, her face a mask of professional indifference. Logan cleared his throat, his anxiety building. "Doctor, can I be discharged today?"The doctor, reviewing his chart, barely
As Daniel arrived at Logan's apartment, he couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of bruising on Logan's face, despite his attempt to conceal it. Concerned, he remarked, "Logan, what happened to your face? Are you okay?"Logan hesitated for a moment, not wanting to burden his friend with the truth. Instead, he quickly thought of an excuse and replied, "Oh, that? I got jumped last night while I was out with my girlfriend."Daniel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Girlfriend? When did you get another girlfriend Logan, and why didn't you tell me?"Logan, realizing he had painted himself into a corner, chuckled nervously. "Well, she's not officially my girlfriend yet, but I'm hoping she will be soon."Daniel couldn't help but smile at his friend's hopeful tone. "That's great, Logan. But seriously, you should be careful. You don't want to get hurt while protecting someone, girlfriend or not."Logan nodded in agreement, appreciating Daniel's concern. As Logan and Daniel conversed, their d
Logan managed to hail a cab to take him home, but as he settled into the back seat, his phone began to ring. He hastily answered it, expecting anything but what he heard."Logan," his boss's stern voice crackled through the phone before he could even say hello, "why didn't you show up for work today?"Logan paused for a moment, taken aback by the directness of the question. He considered his options carefully before responding, "I had an accident, sir. I couldn't make it to work."His boss's response was unexpected. "Logan, do you still want to work with us?"Logan found himself in a moment of silence, pondering the question deeply. The job at the canteen had never been his dream career, and now, with the mysterious task at hand and the money he had recently obtained, he questioned whether he wanted to continue in that line of work.After a brief pause, he finally replied, "Yes, I do."His boss's voice remained stern as he added, "Good. Be at work tomorrow morning. We need to talk."B
"What did you say?" the boss demanded, his voice going harsh.Eleanor repeated herself, louder this time, for Logan's benefit. "I said that Logan's salary here is less than five thousand dollars, but he spent that much at the grocery store."Logan's boss, a stern and principled man, didn't take accusations lightly. He turned to Logan, his expression serious. "Did you steal money from work, Logan?"Logan, taken aback by the accusation, shook his head vehemently. "No, sir, I didn't."The boss then called Lydia, a fellow employee responsible for managing the financial aspects of the canteen, to check if any cash was missing. Lydia promptly responded, "No, nothing is missing."However, the boss insisted that she double-check. Lydia, slightly irritated by the repeated questioning, conducted another thorough check and confirmed once more that everything was in order.With an apologetic look, the boss turned to Logan. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Logan. It seems there was no issue af
After Carter's lowrider turned on its engine and drove off with Eleanor inside, Logan finally emerged from his hiding place. He let out a sigh of relief but also a sense of disappointment, as he had initially intended to head back home. As he was about to take his leave, he heard Eleanor's mother call out to him. Logan turned, startled by her addressing him by his name. She stood there, her gaze fixed on the spot where Carter's vehicle had just been parked. She muttered her daughter's name and paused making Logan wonder what this was about.Logan couldn't find the right words to respond, so he remained silent, unsure of what Eleanor's mother was thinking.Finally, she broke the silence. "It's like that almost every night," she remarked, her voice tinged with a mix of resignation and concern.Logan nodded, acknowledging the truth in her words. The strained relationship between Eleanor and Carter was apparent, even to those on the periphery.Eleanor's mother continued, "Eleanor is an a
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
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