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When Andrea approached Logan Arlington’s study, he sat on the sofa, with his hands habitually resting on his overlapping knees. Staring at Andrea, Logan asked, “Are you the daughter of Olivia and Anthony?” “Yes.” Andrea stopped in front of him, and there was a coffee table between them. Logan’s fingers moved slightly on his knees, and the subtle movement may not even have been noticed by himself. “To be frank, I’m not just here to see you.” Logan raised his eyebrows, “What else do you want?” He looked at Andrea again, who was in front of him and had a pair of bright eyes, which revealed her calmness and intelligence. “If you want me to delete the video, I have two requirements.” “Just say it.” “The first one, get us out of here. Second, I want to see Cindy Michelle.” The ring in C