Truthfully, she had long stopped caring about what outsiders thought—let alone the Morris family.
There was no physical harm done. A few insults? That was nothing to her.
But Logan had clearly taken this into account.
"Take a break. I've booked a private room at the café next door—want to go?"
Selina, of course, wouldn't refuse. "Sure."
Once inside the café, Logan handed her a small slice of cake. "Just make do with this for now. There's no time to brew fresh coffee."
Selina understood instantly.
Right—after all, in at most fifteen minutes, the Morris family would be coming to beg her to return, and brewing coffee would take just as long. There really wasn't time.
…
On the other side—
After Selina left, the elevator in the Turner Group building chimed, and the doors slid open to reveal a middle-aged man in a tailored suit.
