The Returning Ex

Without waiting for Lola to reply, Logan who was beside her let out a sigh. “I was just thinking of drinking with you, Mr. Hunt.”

How shameless! Does he have any shame? At the end of her rope, Lola gave him a swift kick that landed on his calf though she didn’t put much strength into it.

Logan wailed mournfully while grinning, but Mr. Hunt shot her a glare at the side. “You’re getting increasingly rude, girl.”

Snorting, Lola spun around and stomped back to her room.

The man Logan sought out was very much efficient, giving Logan a call and informing him that everything was settled when he’d done as ordered. Logan thanked him, to which the man countered with a chuckle, “It’s nothing. If you regard me as a friend, Young Master Jefferson, then no thanks are needed.” Logan then asked him to visit his clubhouse next time when he was free, saying that it’d be his treat. They both exchanged some pleasantries before hanging up the phone.

curled into a sneer. It feels quite a waste for me to have him sort that

him answering the call and vaguely heard some of the conversation, she could more or less guess what it was about. Thus, when Mr. Hunt

turned and stared at her. “Shouldn’t

so?” Lola hissed. “Did you ask someone to beat him up? I don’t think that’s necessary. It’ll be scandalous if it were

beat someone up when it’ll affect my image. Don’t worry. Shawn won’t go around spreading it even if

it was rather rotten to have him straightened out just because of a failed blind date. It’s not such a huge grudge or

hand, Logan pinched her cheek. “Considering his dogged attitude, he’ll continue pestering you if you show him mercy. Trust

so he’s adamant about regaining victory. I want to compromise, but my hands are tied