Sam, visibly agitated, retorted, "Do you have any idea what you've ruined for me?"Mr. Patrick, still playing his role, asked with apparent concern, "What happened, Sam? Tell me."Sam's frustration grew as he questioned Mr. Patrick about the recent events. "Where were you all along. How can you disappear at the very moment I needed you the most."In response, Mr Patrick shot back saying, "Can't you see the injury patches on my face Sam? Do you know where I've been all these while?" he snapped. "Do you think I went on a vacation or something?"Sam, calming himself then responded saying, "I noticed, Patrick. What happened to you?"Mr Patrick, slightly calming down, explained, "I was kidnapped. But don't worry, we'll find out who did it soon."Sam, pretending to be surprised, added in response, "Kidnapped? That's terrible. I had no idea. Who's responsible."Mr Patrick took a moment before replying, lying that he didn't know although he was tempted to expose Logan.Seizing the opportunity
After Logan's conversation with Sam, he quickly dialed Baton, eager to share the latest developments. "I don't know what Sam is up to Baton," Logan confessed, expressing his uncertainty about Sam's intentions. "But Sam is pushing for the murder of the board members. He reminded me to get ready, urging that I get ready."Baton, a voice of reason in Logan's tumultuous journey, reassured him in response saying, "I don't think Baton would do anything without informing you about it Logan. We also have your friend Mr Patrick to give us other information."Just as the conversation with Baton concluded, Logan's phone buzzed again, and this time it was Mr. Patrick calling. "Speak of the devil," Logan muttered to himself before answering the call.Mr. Patrick's voice carried a note of urgency as he informed Logan that he was under severe surveillance. "I have to keep a low profile for now Logan. I am being watched from every corner so I think you'd be getting your answers late." Mr. Patrick exp
On Mr Howard's fancy balcony under the moon, high up over the city, Logan and Mr. Howard kept contemplating about how to get down from the tall building. They really needed to hurry and leave, as the city lights below looked pretty, not matching the serious problem they were dealing with.As they carefully maneuvered down the balcony, the gravity of Mr. Howard's disappearance had set off a frenzy in his home. Family members and guards, bewildered and alarmed, had initiated a search, involving law enforcement in the pursuit of a missing man.As they hailed down a cab, the moment they got to the streets, Mr. Howard's instinct to reach out to his family kept troubling him as he retrieved his phone with the intention to make a reassuring call. Logan, however, intercepted the gesture, swiftly collecting the device."What are you doing?" Logan queried, a note of urgency in his voice."I need to contact my family. Let them know I'm okay," Mr. Howard explained, a hint of desperation in his ey
In the dimly lit room, Sam paced nervously, his mind swirling with questions. Logan's unexpected intervention had left him both relieved and suspicious even though he was still unaware that Logan was behind this. He needed answers, and his first stop was Mr. Patrick, the man he'd trusted but now doubted.As Sam called Mr. Patrick over, the tension in the air was palpable. "Hey, Patrick, can we talk for a moment?" Sam said, his voice betraying a mix of anxiety and suspicion.Patrick, on the on the opposite couch, reading a newspaper responded casually, "Sure thing, Sam. What's on your mind?"Sam took a deep breath before diving in. "Someone just saved Mr. Howard from being kidnapped tonight. My boys were going to kidnap him tonight and this just happened. I don't know how the hell, whoever did this knew about my plan? I didn't tell anyone."Patrick chuckled nervously before replying, "Well, that's quite the twist, isn't it? Maybe this guy is just more resourceful than you thought."Sam
Patrick gave a nod, feeling the seriousness sink in. Sam had no idea that Patrick was pulling the strings all along, and Baton was on Team Logan, not his.As the two parted ways, doubt lingered in Sam's mind about Mr Patrick intentions. Trust was a delicate thing in their world, as they both knew about each other's big ambitions, likely the reason for their mutual lack of trust. The intricate game of allies and enemies went on, and Sam was left wondering if he'd taken a leap of faith or walked into a more tangled web of deceit.Sam's mind remained chaotic, paced in the shadows, as a whirlwind of suspicions and strategies bothered him. While Patrick's cooperation seemed genuine, a part of Sam couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the back of his mind. He considered the possibility of eliminating Patrick once his usefulness had run its course, a harsh but practical reality in the dangerous world they inhabited. A sly smile crept across Sam's face as he thanked whatever misfo
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
Logan's fingers trembled slightly as he dialed Sam's number, a calculated sense of urgency in his voice. "Sam, did you see the news about Mr. McLaughlin? It's all over the place."Sam's response was swift, "Yeah, I saw it. Quite the spectacle, isn't it?"Logan, feigning surprise and concern, continued, "I thought we agreed that this operation wouldn't turn into a mess. What if the police gets involved now? This could jeopardize everything."Sam, feeling the weight of Logan's suspicion, reassured him, "Logan, I had nothing to do with this. I don't know who's behind it, but it's not part of our plan."Playing his part, Logan pressed further, "But who else could benefit from this? If board members start disappearing, it's only a matter of time before the police connects the dots and realize that only board members are the targets for whoever's behind this. This looks like planned work. What do you think we can make out from this?"Sam, growing increasingly frustrated, replied, "I don't k
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