Dafne White's POV
I just stare out the window. Not even my morals can stop me now. I lost all decency when I confronted him, ready for everything to go to hell if he gave in.
He was intimidated. This afternoon, when we came back from the meeting with the journalists, he… he was intimidated.
Dinner! That's what's important now.
It doesn't take us long to reach a huge mansion. First, we pass extensive gardens covering the land, flowers everywhere, and at the end is the house.
“Wow! Do all rich people have gardens like this? Is it that us mere mortals don't have time to take care of plants, and that's why we don't have so many?” I comment without thinking, and Logan just laughs.
“It's a good analogy. My father is the plant fanatic, and so is my brother. They have money and free time.”
