Chapter 4 Compensation
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Grace met Logan at the WD Club as planned.
The moment Grace walked into the club, she ran into Sophie Quinn and her group.
Sophie was Emily's daughter.
The two were the same age but had never gotten along since childhood. Their relationship could be summed up as a lifetime of fighting and competition.
Sophie, flanked by a few friends, strutted over with a smug look. "Well, if it isn't Ms. Quinn. You made such a big splash this morning, and now you're out parading around like nothing happened? Aren't you afraid someone might recognize you? Poor Logan. Having a fiancée like you must be his worst luck."
Grace wasn't in the mood for this. "Yeah, I'm unlucky all right—unlucky enough to run into trash like you."
"You—"
"And Ian is trash too. In fact, he's trash I threw away. If you think he's so great, feel free to pick him up yourself."
Sophie's face twisted with anger, but her eyes flickered when she caught the latter part of Grace's jab.
One of Sophie's sycophantic friends chimed in, her tone dripping with mockery. "Wow, Ms. Quinn, always such a workaholic. What brings you to WD Club today? With everything going on, could it be you're meeting up with a lover? I mean, what kind of man could make you dump Logan?"
"Maybe a gigolo?" another sneered.
"Could be. Everyone knows their skills are…top-notch."
Grace arched a brow, a smile playing on her lips, though it didn't reach her eyes. "You're right. He's much better than Ian."
Just as she finished speaking, Logan walked out of the café holding two cups of coffee.
Grace hadn't bothered to lower her voice, so Logan heard every word.
The moment she saw him, she froze, her entire body stiffening.
Logan's lips quirked upward in amusement as he caught her awkward, evasive glance.
Sophie, on the other hand, immediately recognized him. This wasn't just anyone—this was Logan Wells, the head of the Wells Group, a man whose influence in Riverton spanned both legitimate and underground circles. He was the kind of person whose word was law.
Logan gave her and her entourage a cold glance before casually raising his hand. Instantly, three or four men dressed in black appeared.
The sight of them drained all color from Sophie and her friends' faces.
Even Grace, though trying to maintain her composure, felt a jolt of unease.
Logan waved his hand dismissively. "Throw them out. They're banned from entering here ever again."
With that simple command, Sophie and her group weren't just kicked out of the club—they were blacklisted for life.
This wasn't just about being barred from the WD Club. Their social aspirations were crushed in an instant. Sophie, who had spent a small fortune trying to climb the ranks of Riverton's elite circles, saw her dreams crumble.
Unable to handle the blow, Sophie's chest heaved as she gasped for air, then fainted on the spot.
Her friends, equally stunned, glanced at Grace, who stood behind Logan, and an unsettling realization began to take shape in their minds.
Before they could act on it, the men in black swiftly carried them out of the club.
Grace watched as Logan approached. She wanted to smile but couldn't quite manage it.
Logan gestured for her to follow. Grace nodded stiffly, her expression polite but uneasy as she walked beside him.
Sensing her discomfort, Logan thoughtfully led her to a semi-private seating area, offering more privacy.
He handed her one of the coffee cups, his gaze lingering on her like a predator sizing up a nervous rabbit. In a deep voice, he said, "About last night—I owe you an apology. I called you here today to ask how I can make it up to you."
Taking a sip of his coffee, he added, "Anything you want. If it's within my power, consider it done."
His emphasis on the last sentence hung in the air as he waited for her response.
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