This was what Logan wanted. He deliberately provoked Catherine to activate the system. "I'm not going to repeat myself, you piece of trash," Catherine warned. "Get out or I'll make you Regret it.""Fine," Logan dug his hands in his pockets. "I'll go, but right after I punish you. You claim your boyfriend, Desmond is a surgeon, right?"Catherine planted her hands on her hips, her eyes arrogant. "What is it to you?""Oh, you'll see," Logan said, chuckling softly. Then he ordered. "System, initiate CCC."A screen appeared:[CORPORATE COLLAPSE COMMAND (CCC][Do you want to activate this skill?][Yes/No]Logan nodded. "Yes."[Mention the name of the cooperation/individual]Logan answered, "Desmond, Catherine's boyfriend."Catherine and the other women looked at Elin strangely. "What the hell is he doing?""It's seemed like he's mentally ill," Angela said. "I don't have time for this. Where are security?!" Samantha ranted. [CCC has successfully activated]Just then, the security guards
"Logan," Catherine stopped infront of him, her breath hitching. "Logan, what did you do to Desmond?"Logan regarded her from head to toes. "I don't know what you're talking about.""Don't play dumb with me," Catherine shouted, balling her hands. "You're the anonymous messenger who sent those reports to Desmond hospital?"Logan frowned. "What reports, that wasn't me."Catherine nearly went nuts. "You literally ordered a system to do something to Desmond. I remembered every single word that came out of your mouth."Logan smiled. "Is that so? Well, for your information, I didn't send any report. I only gave out a command to teach you a lesson.""Your command is destroying Desmond's career," Catherine cried. "You should punish me instead. Desmond is innocent. He's going to lose everything because of you."Logan shrugged. "Why should I care if your boyfriend loses everything?"Catherine bite her under lip hard. "What should I do to make amends, Logan? Tell me, I'll do anything to appease y
When Ava woke up, she was startled out of her wits. It was morning and Logan wasn't in sight. "Shit!" She jumped to her feet. "I overslept. The women's club must be mad at me."As she reached out for her phone, she was surprised to see numerous text messages from the women's club, apologizing to her. "What is this?" Ava asked, her eyes wide. "They're apologizing? What did they do?"As she read through the messages, she learnt they were gossiping about her and her family which tethered them to apologize to her and ask for her forgiveness. "I don't believe this," she exclaimed, ringing up her maid. "Hello, come straight to my room this instant."As she waited, she tried clearing her head. It didn't take less than a second for the maid to appear. "Good morning, Miss Ava," The maid greeted."What happened last night while I was asleep?" Ava demanded. "Well, Mr Logan told us not to wake you as he would be representing you at your women's club meeting. He insisted you deserve to rest.
"Welcome to the Golden city," Greg said."Thank you for taking care of me these last three days," Logan said. "I'll never forget you.""Think nothing of it," Greg said, then stared worriedly at him. "You don't have much money on you, do you?"Logan checked his income status, he only has 3 hours left before his penalty was lifted. Logan rubbed the back of his head shyly. "Actually I don't have a penny on me, but you don't have to worry about that. I can manage on my own."Greg shook his head. "You won't last long in the streets, son. Here, it's only $600 but at least it can get you a room for the night.""Really, Greg, you don't have to.""But I insist," Greg said, his tone grave. "You don't know what it's like in this city. The people are terrible. They're like monsters wearing human skin. I don't know how you planned to survive in this city but it'd be difficult for you to push through without money."Logan shook his head. "I appreciate the offer but no thanks. You've done enough fo
Dr Michael arrived an hour and half later. He was drenched in a raincoat. There was a rain storm outside. Logan studied him closely. He was a witty old man with grey hairs and beard, and sick small eyes. One look at him and Logan was reminded of a mad scientist. "This had better be good, Ginny," Dr Michael said, approaching the counter. "I drove all the way in this crazy storm to get here.""Quit winning old man," the girl said annoyingly. "I told you, it'd be worth it, didn't I?""You said that but I don't see anyone else but you," Dr Michael said frowning. "Don't even try to waste my time."Ginny rolled her eyes. "You must be blind or something. Look around you. There's that fella sitting alone over there. He's the one who's selling his kidney."Dr Michael turned around and that was when he saw Logan. Logan waved at him. "Yo."Dr Michael didn't return his greeting. "You're selling your kidney?""It's kinda complicated," Logan explained. "The girl and I had a bet. If I couldn't p
The Upper Avenue wasn't what Logan expected it to be. It was just as any normal big city with tall sky scrappers and flashy cars. Logan's stomach rumbled like galloping horses. He groaned. "Shit, all those hours of waiting is taking a toll on me. I'm literally starving."He looked around himself. Two things were crucial to him at this moment, a good hotel to sleep and food. Logan decided to eat first. "System," he summoned. "Is there a place you can recommend me to eat?"The system appeared with a screen, recommending the best restaurants he should dine at. Logan raised an eyebrow. "These restaurants seemed pricy. Don't you have any other restaurants where I can just get a decent meal?"The system responded: [User must eat at the restaurant the system recommends]Logan made a stiff smile. "Doesn't look like I have a choice, eh?"The system didn't respond. Digging his hands in his pockets, Logan followed the map directions to the restaurant the system recommended. Ten Kings Fiv
The elevator to the twentieth floor felt like a century to Logan as he stood side by side with the maître d' and two other waiters dressed immaculately. No one said a thing to each other until the elevator came to a stop. Adam turned to Logan. "I must warn you, sir. This is the most luxurious floor in the building. Only multi millionaires and tycoons dine on this floor."Logan cocked his head. "I heard you the first time.""It's just a reminder," Adam said, his note hinting at mockery. "If you make a fool of yourself in there, you'd be disgraced and kicked out of this restaurant."Logan smiled. "Worried about me, huh? Don't worry, I'm also a millionaire by right. I just don't look like one."The steel doors opened, revealing a passage of beautiful uniformed women standing side by side. They bowed their head slightly as Logan and Adam walked through the passage. Finally, they arrived at a flashy counter with a receptionist standing behind it. The maître d' introduced Logan. "He wa
The Duke. He was the second most powerful man in the Upper Avenue. He held a high position as commander of the city's security. Tall and built like a retired boxer, Duke glanced around the room, a satisfying smile on his face.Wherever he sets his foot in, everyone is expected to bow at his feet and pay their respects. He literally sees himself as a god. All mortals must worship the ground he walks on. It gives him a great sense of validation to see people fear and worship him. When his eyes landed on Logan his smile disappeared like smoke. Logan was enjoying his meal, his back turned to Duke. Logan didn't know there was a new comer. He was too absorbed in his meal to notice. "Shit!" Adam swore under his breath, sweat beads forming on his head. He reached out and tugged at Logan's sleeve. "Mr Logan, Mr Logan."Logan glanced down, surprised to find Adam bowing on one knee. "What's the matter?""Mr Logan, what are you doing?" Adam asked, his eyes wide from fear. "The Duke has a