Presiden's wild wife

After the dinner, Cornel had a serious conversation with Logan and Elena. Though they sat around the same table, they looked so far away from each other.

Sitting for a while, Cornel sighed. “Logan, have you ever thought of the future?”

“Future? Yes. In the future, I will have a baby with Elena and we will have a happy life.” Logan was holding Elena’s hand and his voice was so warm.

“I’m talking about the family business. After I get old one day, have you ever considered taking up the family business? I know you are capable and making KL Group prosperous. But you can never forget our family business!” Cornel continued.

“What does your business have to do with me?” Logan asked impatiently.

“You are my only son! Who else could ever take this responsibility?”

Logan raised his head and looked into him with an ironical smile, “Don’t you remember you have Yolanda? And Jacqueline. Maybe they could help you.”

“That’s different. Yolanda is a girl. She has to marry someday.”

“But she is your best daughter you tried your best to care for. You’ve given all your love to her, and now, why not give the whole business to her? It has nothing to do with me!”

Cornel was so shocked by his words and determination, so he asked, “Logan, you still hate me, right?”

“Hate you?” He smiled, “You don’t deserve it.”

Cornel abandoned his mother without any hesitation and chose Jacqueline instead. It was a bullshit story that a mistress became the hostess of the Browns! And what’s worse, his mother’s death was caused by them! It was Cornel that allowed it to happen!

Cornel knew he couldn’t persuade Logan, so he turned to her, “I know you’re a good girl. You

Elena held his hand gently and smiled, “Dad, I’m just

“You…”

to give up everything in the Browns? You should know,

furious and interrupted Cornel coldly, “Dad, I don’t need you to remind

I don’t mean it.” Cornel

Logan didn’t need his explanation. He turned his wheelchair around and

felt as if all his strength was drained out, and he lay down on the

from a diary. It was a photo

they were

...

It was decorated in cool tone, which fitted him

him in confusion. She did but she didn’t know why he

low voice. “This is the first time you have told others

second, he pulled her closer and kissed her lips

she admitted their

said with shyness,

to see her shyness. “Let’s visit Grandma Becky when we

shall go shopping recently and