Mrs. Perry was nearly driven to madness.
What kind of logic was this? Jack and Vivian weren’t the same type of assistant at all! Jack could only handle Logan’s work, but Vivian? Vivian could take care of his personal life too!
Selina blinked innocently. "Why isn’t Aunt Perry saying anything? Could it be... being an assistant is just an excuse, and Miss Perry’s real goal is to get close to Logan? But Logan and I are already married. If she still insists on going home with him, what does that mean?"
"You—!" Mrs. Perry scrambled for an explanation. "Vivian is meant to be a personal assistant! Of course, she’d go home with Logan. How else can she take care of his daily needs?"
Vivian’s eyes brimmed with tears. "Miss Clark, you don’t need to target me like this. I’m just an assistant. I won’t threaten your position. Please don’t overthink things, Miss Clark."
Selina let out a cold laugh. Oh, a personal assistant, following the male employer home and saying to the wife, ’Don’t overthink it.’
She’d seen manipulative women before, but this level of audacity was something new.
Before Selina could retort, Logan suddenly turned and casually said, "Assistant?"
Everyone froze. Mrs. Perry quickly seized the moment. "Logan, Vivian wants to be your assistant. Won’t you do your aunt this favor?"
Logan’s face remained indifferent, but a glint of mockery flashed in his eyes. "Actually, I do need an assistant."
Selina’s eyes widened. What was Logan doing? She had gone out of her way to help him refuse Vivian, and now he was saying he needed an assistant?
Could Logan actually... be interested in Vivian?
A wave of frustration bubbled up in Selina’s chest. She didn’t even know where this feeling came from. She quickly looked away, refusing to glance in Logan’s direction.
Mrs. Perry, oblivious to the sarcasm in Logan’s tone, was overjoyed. "Vivian! Did you hear that? Logan agreed!"
She then shot Selina a smug look, her expression brimming with triumph.
"Miss Clark, it seems Logan also thinks Vivian is the better choice. Let me give you some advice—don’t be so petty and jealous. You’re the one with dirty thoughts, maliciously speculating about our Vivian."
Just a bumpkin trying to compete with Vivian? What a joke.
Mrs. Perry, brimming with excitement, urged, "Vivian, don’t be afraid. If Logan falls for you, it’s clearly because Selina didn’t do her part well. How can anyone blame you? Now, hurry and pack your things to go home with Logan."
Vivian’s cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled. "Brother Logan, I’ll get ready right away..."
"Miss Perry," Logan suddenly interjected, his voice calm, "who said I’m taking you home with me?"
The room fell silent.
Mrs. Perry stammered, "Logan, didn’t you just agree?"
Logan, unfazed, turned his sharp gaze to Vivian. "Which university abroad did you attend?"
Vivian froze, her expression stiffening.
Logan continued, "What degree did you earn? How many years of work experience do you have?"
Vivian bit her lip, her gaze turning sultry as she looked at Logan. "Brother Logan, I..."
Logan cut her off mercilessly. "How many foreign languages can you speak? What’s your connection to Country Y’s AS Group? How many academic papers have you published? And what’s your assessment of the theories Reid Group released last quarter?"
Vivian’s face grew increasingly pale.
Mrs. Perry, panicking, rushed to interject. "Logan, why are you asking all this? Vivian... she’s just supposed to be your assistant, to take care of your daily life!"
Logan replied coolly, "These are the minimum qualifications for my assistants. Since you personally recommended Miss Perry, I’ve lowered the standards compared to what I require of Jack. And yet... she still doesn’t meet them?"
Selina: "...Wow, what a burn."
"This... this..."
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