Just as the night began, Logan had made his way into a private club that offered him great privacy.
Some of his childhood friends had returned from Country M after negotiating some business deals. Morgan Palmer, who had been in the army for more than a decade, had returned to Wrerdon for a mission as well. It was rare for him to spare any of his time for entertainment. As such, Marlon Thornton, who was the life of the party, took the lead, and held a rather grand get-together for them.
In the private room on the top floor, Logan's slender form could be seen standing quietly facing the floor-to-ceiling window. His slender fingers could be seen adjusting the collar of his black shirt, elegantly undoing the top two buttons.
Marlon walked over with two glasses of red wine and handed one t
