Logan tapped his fingertips on the marble table as he stared at the shoulder-length black-haired woman who looked frightened under his piercing gaze. The woman repeatedly tried to look okay by fiddling with the sticker notes on her desk, her eyes rolling left and right, like she was trying to get away from his gaze. Sweat dripped down her forehead and made her bangs stick to her forehead. It wasn't sweat from the heat, Logan knew for sure that she was nervous.
"Let me know as soon as possible if you—"
Logan didn't need to hear more bullshit from Wren's damn mouth. He only needed to hear one thing, and he had already got what he wanted.
"What did Wren tell you, Lucy?"
The woman looked up. Her eyeballs trembled as they collided with Logan's eyeballs, which gave off an intimidating aura.
