Chapter 14: The Rumours
Logan wears a crisp white suit with a black bow and the shining Rolex on his hand, ready to arrive at the yacht gathering. Henry and team rode the same limo, matching his confidence. The limo stops at the dock in front of the yacht stairs. The driver opened the door for him and he got off.
Let's get over this already. I have wasted too much time here. Only because of her.
The moment Logan stepped onto the yacht, he felt it.
Eyes were on him,more than usual. He was used to attention, used to admiration, envy, and even silent resentment from rivals. But this? This was different. The energy around him shifted, the hushed whispers, the sideways glances, the smirks exchanged between guests. It gnawed at him, unsettling in a way he hadn't felt in years.
His stride remained composed, his expression unreadable, but inside, his instincts flared in warning. This was no ordinary scrutiny.
He subtly adjusted the cuff of his tailored suit before leaning toward Henry, his ever-efficient assistant. His voice was low, controlled. "Check what's going on. Something isn't right."
Henry, sharp-eyed as always, nodded once before slipping away into the crowd, phone already in hand, gathering intel. Logan, meanwhile, continued forward, his mind spinning through possibilities. He had faced enough corporate backstabbing to recognize when someone was moving against him.
And then it clicked. The way people whispered with barely contained smirks, the occasional glance toward where Jean's table is assigned. And his?
Our seats are at the same table, and that's too together?