Chapter 122 - 121: Flames Of Revenge
If Rex were here, he would have recognized the young man in an instant. Logan Whitmore. He was the same student he had knocked unconscious with a single punch in the university cafeteria—a moment that would spiral into one of the biggest scandals the campus had ever seen.
Yes, this was that, Logan Whitmore. The heir of the Whitmore empire. And the self-proclaimed arch-nemesis of Rex.
And the man beside him was none other than his father, Leonard Whitmore — the current head of the Whitmore family.
Leonard didn’t turn around, his gaze still focused beyond the glass pane at the estate’s fountain. "So," he said, his voice smooth, calm, but filled with the weight of authority. "Why are you here?"
His tone wasn’t unkind, but it wasn’t welcoming either. It was the voice of a man who already knew the answer but was testing whether the other had the courage to say it aloud.
Logan swallowed hard. The weight of his father’s presence was immense. But when the image of that face—Rex’s smug, defiant face—flashed in his mind, the humiliation returned like a slap to the face. His jaw clenched.
"Father, I’ve investigated that bastard thoroughly," Logan said, voice sharp but slightly tremulous. "That bastard. The one named Rex. Other than having some money, he’s just a parentless orphan. No connections. No real power. Nothing."
Leonard raised an eyebrow, not looking away. "Oh?" The single syllable was laced with curiosity, maybe even skepticism.
Logan stepped forward, hands curled into fists. "I believe everything that happened was just luck. A series of coincidences. And I’ve waited long enough. Every night when I sleep, every time I close my eyes... I see his face. That punch, the way everyone laughed..."
His voice cracked slightly with rage. "Please, Father. Let me teach him a lesson. Just once. I swear—"
Leonard didn’t reply. He simply stared out at the Italian marble fountain, a masterpiece imported at great cost, worth more than most homes.