It was five minutes to seven in the morning.
The black Maybach was parked outside a glittering golden villa.
Logan pulled out his key from the ignition and got out of the car. Standing under the morning sun, his cold, handsome figure dressed in all black accompanied with the impassive expression on his face made him look sinister.
His long, dark brows furrowed tightly, shielding the deep, serene-looking pair of eyes. No one would be able to discern what he was feeling at this moment.
He had reached Libby's place.
She and Kody's villa were on the same stretch of road, and hers was the quickest to reach.
Logan raised his head and surveyed the villa, which had obviously been built with a bombastic theme in mind. He closed his bloodshot eyes and began to mock himself inwardly.
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