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George looked at Logan shockingly, and a touch of amazement passed under his eyes, “You mean you're not going to say yes to me no matter what, right?”

“Let's talk about it another time.”

Logan said softly, obviously not yet made up his mind.

George was relieved, “I know you have always had a delicate mind, thinking longer than me, and more than me. I’m just an old man, with old thoughts. I won’t invest in risky projects, but you young guys are different.”

This was the same attitude that the Brown Group had set in stone, which had also led to its exclusion in the H city.

Logan didn’t answer George, “Grandpa, you go back first, I will answer you when I think about it carefully.”

“Fine.” George nodded, turned around, and tapped Logan on the shoulder, “Logan, you really grew tall, so tall… that Grandpa can not see you. I am very relieved, and if your mother sees it, she will be happy too.”

That child back then had grown up in the blink of an eye.

Logan pursed his lips and said, “I'll have Jacob send you back.”

“No need.”

George waved his hand, “I’ll walk around before I go back.”

“He can keep you company.” Logan insisted. George thought for a while but still nodded.

George stayed for a short time and left after a while.

Logan pushed open the door of the lounge, and Elena was lying on the sofa eating a snack. She saw him come in and waved towards him excitedly, “This candy tastes delicious!”

stuffed the candy into his mouth? The sour taste of plums spread between the lips and teeth, and

in her mischief. Logan grabbed her back into his arms and lightly lifted her chin while she’s still laughing, his thin cool lips approached her, passing the plums

said with resentment,

“Oh?”

eyebrows, “Do you

“Very sour.”

it’s not good? Then why did you

and didn’t know what to say, but… Well,

At night.

past in front of the eyes and finally stopped steadily in front of a villa. Logan got down from the car and

walked in front and

and followed Jacob’s

darkroom instantly lit up. A man was tied up in the corner of the room, with a black hood on his head,

took off his hood,

reached out to block his eyes, then slowly put down his hand until he adapted

sat there, like

you want?” The man looked at Logan

him with downcast eyes

He did not answer, just couldn’t stop

won't harm

mouth, “Won’t harm me? Do you think that's possible? I

just under orders. I can let it slide, but tell me about the person behind you and all his or her

was so

his head, “There’s no one behind me. I just hate rich people because I’m poor and