CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

Illuminated by the moonlight he should find his way so easily-

Whoever said wealth couldn't buy life spoke in fallacy at least that was what he felt this moment as an unmarked vehicle dropped him off just a few distances away from his private residence.

Logan had thought about the first place to be after all the madness of trying to get him killed and where else than home, he had walked in through the door tired and all -

The hallway was brightly lit as Logan wobbled through it, a lot appeared to be going through his mind, he could literally feel his soul erupting in that state of animosity that he was in— heading to his room ready to just slump into bed, he forged on with that last bit of energy in him, As his legs carried him through the hallway, his mind took him back to the meeting he had and how it had gone.

"Good afternoon sir." Two guards bowed to him as he walked past. He waved to acknowledge both who seemed unaware of his plight, as he walked on He didn't give an answer,