The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a burly, imposing man who gestured for me to come over.
The man was Logan Sean.
He gripped a cigar between his fingers and spoke casually, "Get in. We need to talk."
I wasn't shocked—I'd expected Logan to seek me out.
Without a word, I turned and climbed into the vehicle.
The car immediately sped away once I was inside.
I asked politely, "Mr. Sean, what do you need?"
Logan exhaled a ring of smoke and said icily, "You've got some nerve going after someone from my Sean family."
I could tell what Logan meant, so I answered with a grin, "Mr. Sean, pursuing Mabel Sean is within my rights."
"Rights? Do you honestly believe someone like you deserves such rights?" Logan said coldly.
I responded calmly, "I think people shouldn't be separated by status, and I believe Miss Sean feels the same way."
"People are separated by status, whether you like it or not," Logan said while taking another puff of his cigar.
I stayed quiet.
