CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FOUR

Logan's mansion hideout was heavy with an unspoken tension as Sam and Logan faced each other. Sam, devoid of any specific agenda, found himself probing Logan with seemingly irrelevant questions about his life. Logan, ever the composed figure, answered each query with a calm demeanor, concealing the growing suspicion within him.

"So, Logan, tell me, what's your favorite kind of music?" Sam asked casually, as if discussing music was the most pressing matter at hand.

Logan, raising an eyebrow, responded, "Well, I'm into jazz. Smooth and soothing."

Sam nodded, not missing a beat. "Interesting choice. And what about hobbies? What do you do in your free time?"

Logan, now slightly perplexed, replied, "I enjoy reading and taking long walks. Clears the mind."

As the questions continued, Logan couldn't help but wonder about Sam's true intentions. It was clear that Sam was not here for a casual chat, but the nature of his ulterior motive remained elusive.

A message buzzed on Baton's phone, disru
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