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.

into a sneer. It feels quite a waste for

she could more or less guess what it was about. Thus, when Mr. Hunt was distracted, she sidled over

stared

beat him up? I don’t think that’s necessary. It’ll be

you thinking? Am I such a violent person? I’m not going to beat someone up when it’ll affect my image. Don’t worry. Shawn won’t go around spreading it even

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

hand, Logan pinched her cheek. “Considering his dogged attitude,

defeat with me, so he’s adamant about regaining victory. I want to compromise, but my hands are tied in this