The approaching footsteps grew louder, echoing through the quiet hallway like a foreboding drumbeat. Logan, hidden behind the curtain, assumed a defensive stance, ready for whatever awaited him. The knock on the door rattled his nerves, and he tensed, listening intently.A voice, muffled by the door, reached Logan's ears. He strained to catch the words, bringing his ear closer to the barrier. It was the nurse. She spoke, "It's me."Logan's mind swirled with doubt, but curiosity won over, and he cautiously opened the door. To his relief, there she stood, a stretcher-like apparatus in tow. His eyes darted around, checking for any hidden threats, but the corridor remained empty.The nurse, understanding Logan's skepticism, nodded reassuringly. "I didn't betray you. I'm on your side. Help me bring this inside."Logan, still wary, scanned the surroundings once more before assisting the nurse with the stretcher. As they maneuvered it into the room, he couldn't shake the feeling that this wa
As Logan urgently mentioned that the old man's life was in danger, Sam's demeanor shifted abruptly. Without waiting for further explanation, Sam bolted down the corridor, his colleagues trailing behind him. Logan, calling after them to wait, pursued them with desperation, eager to provide an explanation before any misunderstanding escalated.The chase led them to the old man's ward, where Susan was attentively attending to him. Sam arrived breathless, anxiety etched on his face. "Is he okay?" he urgently inquired, eyes searching Susan for reassurance.Susan, looking up from her duties, nodded with a small smile. "He's stable. No harm has befallen him."Relief washed over Sam's features. He turned to Logan, who had just arrived, and demanded, "What were you trying to tell me?"Logan, maintaining eye contact with Susan, subtly signaled to her that he had the situation under control. He then turned to Sam, adopting a tone of humor to diffuse the tension. "Well, you see, I was just about
After explaining to Susan, Logan turned to Sam. "Now, we need to find the hospital management."Sam, committed to the cause, nodded. "Let's find them."Leaving the old man's room, Logan and Sam embarked on a mission to find the hospital management. They approached nurses stationed at the reception, inquiring about who was in charge of the hospital."Excuse me," Logan began politely, "we need to speak with the person in charge of the hospital. Can you point us in the right direction?"The nurses exchanged glances, assessing the urgency in Logan's eyes. One of them finally gestured towards the administrative offices, providing directions to the manager's office.As Logan and Sam made their way through the labyrinthine corridors, they encountered several hospital staff members, each absorbed in their duties. At one point, they nearly walked into two individuals who raised Logan's suspicions."Sam, those are the gangsters from the corner," Logan whispered urgently, pulling Sam away to avo
As the night descended, Logan and Sam discreetly moved the old man from the hospital, shrouded in darkness and hidden from prying eyes. The public announcement of the old man's demise, even reaching the news, served as a strategic move to bolster the credibility of their ruse.Sam, following Logan's advice, allowed the news to circulate widely, creating an atmosphere of mourning for the supposed passing of the influential figure. The anticipation of the gangsters' reaction hung in the air as they awaited the crucial hours of the night.Meanwhile, Susan, the nurse, had endured a day filled with anxiety. As her shift ended at 8 pm, she returned home, her heart gripped by the fear that the gangsters might not keep their end of the bargain or, worse, discover the old man's survival.The tension reached its peak when a black vehicle suddenly pulled up before her building. Susan, initially frozen in fear, heard her son's voice, and relief flooded through her. She rushed outside to witness h
Sam patted Logan's shoulders, a subtle reassurance that lingered as Logan turned to his meal. Urgency pulsed in the air as they finished their dinner, and Sam motioned for Logan to follow him upstairs."Logan, eat quickly. We've got a big day ahead," Sam urged and after Logan was done, lead the way.As they ascended to their hotel room, Sam's voice lingered in Logan's mind. "Sleep early. Everything will be explained tomorrow."The dim hotel room offered little solace as Logan lay in bed, wrestling with thoughts that refused to be silenced. The weight of uncertainty pressed upon him, questioning the motives behind his sudden entanglement in a web of corporate intrigue. The more he pondered, the more elusive sleep became.Hours slipped away, and the night unfolded in a restless dance. Logan found himself questioning the true intentions behind Sam's plan. If recognized as the old man's son, would he indeed inherit everything? The notion gnawed at him, creating a gnawing fear that refused
Chaos erupted in the boardroom as Mr. Patrick's shocking admission hung in the air. The council members, once composed, now bombarded him with questions, demanding explanations. "What did you just say?" one of them shouted, while another angrily interrogated, "Are you involved in something we don't know about?"Realizing the gravity of his slip, Mr. Patrick stammered, attempting to backtrack. "I-I don't know what I said. It must be a mistake." However, the council members weren't buying it, their expressions a mix of anger and suspicion.In the midst of the turmoil, one member shouted to an employee closeby, "Call security, now!" Panic spread as Mr. Patrick, cornered and desperate, swiftly revealed a hidden pistol. He grabbed a fellow board member who was sitting close to him, her eyes wide with fear, threatening to shoot if anyone approached."Back off! I'll shoot if you come any closer!" Mr. Patrick's voice was frantic, and he fired a shot into the ceiling, sending a shockwave of fe
The bustling city noise surrounded Logan as he walked away from the commotion at the firm building, contemplating the confusing events that had unfolded. His phone buzzed, breaking the silence as an unknown number flashed on the screen. Curiosity prevailing, Logan answered, only to be greeted by a familiar deep voice."Hey, buddy," the voice chuckled, sending a chill down Logan's spine. "Long time no see.""Who is this?" Logan questioned, his guard up.The laughter continued before the caller finally responded, "Come on, Logan, it's Baton. Your old buddy."Logan's brow furrowed. Baton, the leader of the bike gangsters he had tangled with in the past, wasn't someone he expected to hear from. "What do you want, Baton?"A sinister edge crept into Baton's tone. "Your dues, Logan. You owe us, and it's time to pay up."Logan's confusion deepened. "I'm not one of you. I gambled for you once, that doesn't make me part of your gang or justify why I should give you any money."Baton laughed str
As the nightfall approached, Logan's determination only strengthened. Taking a deep breath, he dialed the number Baton had used earlier. Baton's voice answered, gruff and expectant."Where should we meet?" Logan inquired, his tone steady.Baton, after a moment of contemplation, responded, "Where history was made years ago, Logan. The factory. Be there at midnight."Logan, hanging up the phone, felt a chill run down his spine. The factory, a place that held both the echoes of his father's tragic end and the impending confrontation with Baton and his gang.Planning with Sam, Logan urged him to inform the police but emphasized the need for a diversion. "Tell them to focus on the factory. It's where Baton wants to meet. It might buy me some time," Logan explained, the weight of the decision evident in his eyes.Sam, concerned but supportive, offered, "I can provide the money. We don't have to risk everything."Logan, however, shook his head. "No, Sam. I can handle this part. You've done e
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