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Duke owned a mansion at Upper Avenue estate.

It's one of the most exclusive districts in the Golden city.

Logan was impressed by the towering pillars, the sprawling gardens, and the luxurious cars parked in the driveway.

"Not bad," Logan thought to himself as the convoy pulled up outside Duke's mansion. "I can get used to this."

An elderly butler hurried forward to greet whom he thought was Duke.

"Welcome back, Master Duk—" his words trailed off as he saw Logan.

"I think you mean, Master Logan," Logan said, stepping out of the car with a warm smile. "Don't fret, I'm your new master."

The butler's eyes widened with confusion. "N-new master? That can't be right. What have you done to my master?"

"Let's just say, he's out of action for the time being," Logan said, his voice calm. "However, as long as I'm in this house, you answer to me."

The butler couldn't speak. He was very confused about what was happening.

Then he bowed slightly and stepped aside for Logan to enter.

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