The Returning Ex

From the looks of it, there had to be something dubious going on. Great, he deserved that kick.

Descending the staircase in big steps, Logan then gave him another kick. “Damn it, how dare you lace my drink! Are you tired of living?”

Falling to the floor from the kick, the waiter didn’t dare to speak a word, but hurriedly scrambled outside.

Since the situation has come to this stage, everyone will be going down! Logan decided as he strode into the backyard in a huff.

Besides being unpredictable, he was also fearless of anyone, and if the Baileys had the guts to do this, then he would stir up a scene as well.

at the backyard, he immediately flipped two tables. With that many guests around, the place was initially lively with

Mr. Bailey instantly knew what had transpired when he turned and saw the waiter who was fawning on him earlier was frantically looking for

tables, Logan glared at Ernest and shouted, “What a great family the Baileys are! You guys actually have the nerves to drug me!

on his face, Ernest had no idea what had happened at all, and Logan scanned around

he said to all the guests at the party, “Come and be the judge, everyone, and tell me what tricks the Baileys are up to. I was having a chat with Mrs. Constance on the second floor, and they served us drinks with extra ingredients. What the

clear on purpose, and that left the guests wild with their imaginations. No matter how anyone looked at it,

of Sophia, so it was only natural that the Baileys disliked her, and it made one blush when they dwelled a little more about how

over hurriedly, Ernest asked, “Drugged? How is that possible? Who would do such a thing on