She wasn’t unable to refuse Logan—she simply couldn’t bear to. How could that be called being seduced by his looks?
After the kiss ended, Selina got up, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Miller Butler said that Old Mr. Carter has been looking for you a lot lately. Why don’t you come to the art exhibition with me the day after tomorrow? The Carter Family doesn’t have tickets, so they won’t be able to get in."
Logan glanced at his cunning Mrs. Reid and nodded warmly. "Alright."
...
Outside the door, Jack finished eavesdropping, feeling both guilty and regretful, shedding metaphorical tears over his lost sense of morality.
Mr. Reid would do anything to win over his wife—even saying things like that!
What weakness? What loneliness? Had Mr. Reid ever truly cared about those things?
Yet, somehow, Jack had ended up being an accomplice in his boss’s pursuit of love.
Jack silently looked up at the sky, deciding to cause some trouble for Owen. After all, if Owen hadn’t stolen Mr. Reid’s rightful place and caused him to suffer for the first twenty years of his life, maybe he wouldn’t have become so obsessive.
...
Two days later.
The art exhibition officially started at 9 AM. As one of the event’s organizers, Selina arrived a little after 8.
Gordon glanced at Selina, then at Logan, and frowned deeply.
It felt like everything he had told Selina went in one ear and out the other. He had advised her not to spoil her husband too much, but after just two days, she already looked like she had been completely devoured!
Gordon rolled his eyes, deciding that ignorance was bliss. "Fine, fine, just stay in the back. Mr. Reid, if you have some free time, you can help out."
Logan’s expression was warm and composed. "It would be my pleasure."
Gordon let out a cold huff. Still pretending to be polite? "Then kindly help move these items over there."
Logan chuckled softly and bent down, handling the task with effortless grace, showing not the slightest hint of impatience.
Selina’s gaze darted around, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Uncle Gordon, has Bella arrived yet?"
Gordon discreetly glanced at Logan. The man had obviously overheard, yet he merely chuckled softly, showing no objections to Selina’s little schemes.
Seeing this, Gordon’s expression finally improved. "I already had Justin handle it. No one from the Hayes Family will be allowed in. They bullied you—they have to pay the price."
Meanwhile, outside the exhibition venue—
Ethan and Alice, having heard about Gordon’s exhibition, wanted to attend but couldn’t get tickets. Selina had generously given them two.
Standing outside, Ethan clicked his tongue in amazement. "It’s rare to see so many high-profile figures in one place, and they’re all lining up. Wow, Gordon really is a national treasure of an artist."
Alice shot her younger brother a disdainful look. "Even those business and political elites are standing in line. Let’s go and queue up properly."
Ethan obediently followed her to the end of the line.
Gordon’s name carried weight, his talent undeniable. His paintings were priceless, and the tickets were incredibly scarce.
Naturally, the attendees were all prominent figures, making the line relatively quiet and orderly.
That is, until a furious female voice suddenly cut through the crowd—
"Why aren’t we allowed inside? We have tickets!"
Alice raised an eyebrow, and the onlookers instinctively turned to look.
At the front of the line stood two extravagantly dressed women who clearly hadn’t bothered to queue.
One of them, a wealthy-looking lady, was red with anger, her tone indignant. "These tickets were purchased by the Hayes Family! Do you know who we are? How dare you stop us?!"
Alice smirked. "Oh, look at that—it’s Mrs. Hayes and Bella. Ethan, didn’t you used to say Bella was gentle and refined? Look at her now—not only did she cut the line, but she’s also getting thrown out."
Ethan had already started distancing himself from Bella ever since he overheard her trying to subtly drive a wedge between Logan and Selina.
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