Chapter 88
How was that possible?
After he'd kicked Logan out, all of Logan's assets should have been frozen and liquidated. He shouldn't have any resources or connections left.
Just then, there was a knock on the conference room door.
"Come in."
The door opened and several men in suits walked in—representatives from various companies here for the briefing.
The man at the front was tall with a ready smile. Who else but Logan?
Acting as if he didn't notice the undisguised coldness on Lucas's face, he walked straight to the conference table and extended his hand politely.
"Lucas, long time no see."
Lucas didn't even glance at the hand hovering in midair.
Logan's smile froze for an instant before he casually withdrew his hand and slipped it back into his suit pocket.
"Same as always—not giving me any face at all."
Lucas finally looked up, but instead of acknowledging Logan, he turned to the project manager beside him. "Continue the briefing."
That calm composure, that complete dismissal—it was more humiliating than any angry rebuke could be.
The project director felt a chill down his spine and quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, Mr. Sharp."
Logan stopped trying to get a reaction and pulled out a chair, sitting down with casual arrogance.
The atmosphere for the rest of the meeting was extraordinarily strange.
The project director spoke himself hoarse up front, but everyone's attention kept drifting, consciously or not, between the man at the head of the table and the newcomer.
One had a heavy, immovable presence. The other was flippant, with a smile that concealed daggers.
Finally, after an hour, the briefing ended.
"You may all leave now. We'll notify you separately about next steps." The project director made his announcement and quickly escaped.
The other company representatives filed out. Soon, only Lucas and Logan's people remained in the vast conference room.
Lucas stood up, unhurriedly adjusting his cufflinks, and headed straight for the door.
"Leaving just like that?" Logan's voice came from behind. "I thought you'd want to know how I crawled out of that trap you'd set for me."
Lucas slowly turned around.
"Seems the last fall wasn't hard enough. Never learning your lesson—that's an old habit of yours."
Logan's smile faltered.
That time Lucas had liquidated everything and tossed him overseas, if Ashley hadn't extended an olive branch, he'd probably be neither living nor dead by now.
"Thanks to you, my legs work just fine now." Logan quickly recovered, his smile carrying a strange, poisonous malice.
"Though I'm quite curious—you're so good to Juliana now, publicly announcing her as your fiancée, backing her up... What's this about? Did your conscience finally wake up? Trying to make up for what you owe her?"
Lucas's brow moved almost imperceptibly.
Logan's smile deepened. "You probably don't know this, do you? Seven years ago, she'd already agreed to be with me. The night before your accident, we'd made plans. She was going to give me her first time."
"If you hadn't suddenly had that accident and thrown the Sharp family into chaos, forcing me to rush back, Juliana would be my woman now. Damian... would be calling me dad."
He expected to see Lucas explode in rage, lose control.
Instead, nothing.
Lucas just listened quietly, not even changing his breathing pattern.
It made Logan feel like his carefully prepared punch had landed on cotton—frustratingly ineffective.
"Finished?" Lucas took a step forward, his overwhelming presence making Logan instinctively want to retreat.
"Since you're so devoted to her, where were you seven years ago when the Wells family went bankrupt? When debt collectors had her cornered in an alley?"
Lucas only asked why he hadn't helped when the Wells family went bankrupt.
He didn't ask about, didn't even show the slightest reaction that any normal man should have to "Juliana was going to give me her first time."
Logan said nothing, but his mind raced.
He'd assumed Lucas was being so good to Juliana because he'd learned the truth about the online relationship and felt guilty.
But now it seemed...
Could it be he didn't know at all?
Lucas looked at his shifting expression and lost all patience.
"I don't care where you got the money, or who's backing this 'Prime Enterprise' of yours." Lucas's voice was ice-cold. "You have three days. Take your people and get back overseas."
"Otherwise," his voice carried on the wind with a bloody edge, "I don't mind having someone stuff you in a sack and throw you off this roof."
With those words, his figure disappeared through the rooftop entrance.
The rooftop door slammed shut heavily.
Logan stood alone, the wind howling around him, his face alternating between pale and flushed.
"Lucas!"
He whirled around and slammed his fist onto a nearby bar counter, shattering glasses.
Lucas... you think you've won?
There's so much you still don't know!
A man in a black suit rushed in. "Logan! Your hand—"
"I won't die."
He didn't even look at his mangled palm, letting glass shards embed in his flesh, blood dripping steadily onto the floor.
His subordinate quickly pulled out a first aid kit, trying to treat the wound.
"Get away!" Logan snarled irritably.
The man flinched and didn't dare move.
"So... do we still keep tabs on Miss Juliana? Lucas has already given the order..." the subordinate asked cautiously.
Logan slowly lifted his head.
"Watch her."
He spoke just one word.
"Lucas told me to leave, so I leave? Who the hell does he think he is!" Logan's lips twisted into a vicious smile. "Keep watching Juliana. Everyone she meets, everywhere she goes, everything she says—I want to know it all."
"Lucas... just you wait." He stared at the empty rooftop entrance, murmuring word by word. "Everything I've lost, I'll make you pay back double."
The subordinate watched him like this, feeling a chill down his spine, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Logan ignored him, fishing his phone from his pocket.
Blood smeared the screen. He wiped it carelessly with his sleeve and dialed a number he knew by heart.