Chapter 231: Logan
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The ballroom’s golden glow and sweeping orchestral music faded to background noise as I slipped away from Adrien and those two girls who were clinging to him like barnacles in their fancy gowns.
My heart raced—not just from what I was about to face, but from the nerve of what I was doing. I kept my eyes on Logan as he navigated the crowd, his silver hair sticking out above all those tuxedos and updos, a champagne flute in hand.
He looked the part of a polished businessman, but the way he had snapped at Ethan earlier, the tension in his shoulders, and those quick glances around before heading to the terrace... something felt off.
I moved along the edge of the dance floor, hiding behind clusters of laughing investors and couples swaying together. The jewels on my suit caught the light with each step, making me feel like a living disco ball...subtlety wasn’t really happening tonight.
Logan paused by the dessert table, chatted with a waiter for a moment, then pulled out his phone. His frown deepened as he looked at the screen, and then he smoothly excused himself from the group, saying, "Business never sleeps," before heading down a quieter corridor toward the private terraces and service areas.
My heart raced. This was it. I followed him, dodging past a woman in a stunning ruby-red velvet dress who shot me a curious glance; she smiled politely, but my stomach churned. The corridor grew narrower, the music faded to a low hum, and the lighting softened...perfect for eavesdropping but not great for stealth in a rustling suit that sounded like it had its own soundtrack.
Logan halted at a small alcove with a potted palm and a bench, pressing his phone to his ear. I ducked behind a twinkling column, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he’d hear it. I hit record on my phone, holding it low and steady, hoping the mic could pick up his voice over the distant gala noise.
"Look, I’m busy right now," Logan snapped, his voice tense. "I can’t do this here. Tell your boss I’ll get the money soon. I’m working on it...give me a week, tops. I’ll have it all."
There was a pause. His free hand turned into a fist at his side.