The surrounding area fell silent in an instant.
Gavin frowned—he absolutely couldn’t let Logan hear this.
"Mr. Reid, Selina and I need to catch up..."
"If you two aren’t actually siblings, then having me around during your conversation shouldn’t be an issue, right?" Logan chuckled lightly.
Gavin’s throat tightened. Now he truly understood what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot. He cleared his throat awkwardly, "Ahem... Selina, what do you think?"
Logan’s smile remained faint as he turned to her as well. "Mrs. Reid, would you mind if I joined you?"
Selina: "..."
She suddenly had the eerie feeling that if she said "no," she wouldn’t survive the night.
"Well... since Logan wants to listen in, let him. After all, Mr. Hill, you don’t have any secrets to tell me, do you?"
Gavin understood her hint. "Alright then, Mr. Reid, please."
The three of them walked to a secluded corner. Gavin clicked his tongue. With Logan here, it really wasn’t convenient to ask certain questions.
Still, probing him a little wouldn’t hurt.
Feigning casualness, Gavin said, "Mr. Reid, I wanted to ask Selina about the piano competition four years ago. Back then, you two didn’t know each other, so this wouldn’t concern you."
Logan remained unruffled. "Getting to know more about Mrs. Reid is never a bad thing."
Gavin raised an eyebrow. "I heard you were in City H four years ago. Did you ever meet Selina back then?"
Selina instinctively glanced at him.
Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Why was Gavin asking this?
Gavin’s expression turned cold. Selina might not remember that time, but he did.
Four years ago, something had happened to her. She was covered in blood, barely clinging to life.
Someone had carried her to the doorstep of a villa. When Gavin opened the door, he saw a face that bore an uncanny resemblance—about eighty percent—to Logan’s.
At the time, he had been so shocked by Selina’s injuries that he hadn’t even registered the person outside. By the time he came to his senses, that person was already gone.
Gavin wasn’t sure if that person had been a good Samaritan who had brought Selina back or the very person who had harmed her.
If Logan was connected to the one who hurt her...
Gavin’s voice turned icy. "What’s wrong, Mr. Reid? Is this question too hard to answer?"
Logan replied calmly, "I wasn’t at the piano competition, so naturally, I never saw her."
"I see." Gavin’s expression betrayed nothing, but his words were a clear dismissal. "Selina, my parents asked me to pass something to you. Mr. Reid, would you mind stepping away for a moment?"
Logan raised an eyebrow. Gavin’s attitude had shifted noticeably... Had something Logan just said offended him?
Was it because he claimed to have never met Selina before?
A strange feeling stirred in Logan’s heart.
He had been searching for someone from four years ago. He didn’t know what that person looked like, but judging by Gavin’s reaction—it seemed he and Selina had already crossed paths long ago.
Was it her?
Had fate already delivered the very person he’d been searching for all these years right to his side?
On the other side, as Gavin and Selina walked a bit farther away, she lowered her voice and asked, "What do you mean, ’four years ago’? I don’t remember ever going to City H."
Gavin hesitated for a moment before playing it off. "Of course, you didn’t. I just made that up to test Logan."
Selina frowned. "Why test him?"
Gavin narrowed his eyes. "Luna, are you defending him?"
Selina was about to head back to Sapphire Valley Villa, but as she reached the entrance, two people suddenly stormed in, blocking Logan’s path with furious expressions. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
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