The Returning Ex

Turning around, Logan walked over to the sofa and plopped down. “It’s very late now, so we could’ve just met up tomorrow. Why did you come over?”

Jasmine went over and sat down beside him. Instead of answering him, she questioned him in return, asking, “You said you have something urgent tonight, so what did you discuss with Miss Hunt during dinner?”

Logan hummed thoughtfully. “Well, the matter of the shadow bank we spoke of during the meal back then. There’s some progress now, so I informed her about it.”

At this, Jasmine nodded. “Oh, I see.” Mild relief suffused her.

Logan snorted. “If not? What else could we be discussing?”

arm. “You seem to have

back then, but it has indeed improved by leaps

hearing this, Jasmine could only nod. She didn’t continue speaking of this topic, mainly because she knew that

a number of people were coming and going in the lobby. After sitting there for some time, Logan noticed that many people had been casting glances in his direction. He usually didn’t care, but there was a girl sitting beside him now, hugging his arm and resting her

moment before the corners of her mouth curved up and the expression on her face turned a touch profound. Logan, however, didn’t notice it at all. Getting to his feet, he strode toward the staircase. Jasmine then stood up

one with a poker table they normally used to play poker and the other with a sofa and coffee table. He went over and sprawled

Jasmine unintentionally blurted, “So, this

her meaning. “Where else