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?”

nearer, Jasmine hugged his arm. “You seem to have quite a good

back then, but it has indeed improved by leaps and bounds lately. I think she’s not really malicious. I used to feel that she always targeted me, but it now seems

She didn’t continue speaking of this topic, mainly because she knew that if she were to ask further,

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

on her face turned a touch profound. Logan, however, didn’t notice it at all. Getting to his feet, he strode toward the

room was divided into two segments, 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 out on

when she walked in, Jasmine unintentionally blurted, “So, this is where

in puzzlement, not quite understanding her meaning. “Where