291 Logan’s Performance

Logan Morgan looked around stealthily. People had already recognized him, and some had taken out their phones to snap pictures and record videos.

“Emily, things aren't as simple as you think. The events of those years were very complicated. You can’t just believe what Grace says...”

Emily chuckled, nodding as she crossed her arms and sat down on the sofa. “Alright, I’m free today. Why don’t you tell me the whole story? I’d love to hear why you took your wife’s... oh no, your ex-wife’s designs to a competition and won first prize with them?”

Logan’s face turned red with anger. “She told you about that?”

“I told you, I know what I need to know. And what Grace wouldn’t say, others did.”

Logan fell silent.

Emily wasn’t in a rush. She sat while Logan stood, and she could see his eyes darting around, clearly calculating, trying to come up with an excuse that might convince her of his innocence.

But Emily wasn’t stupid.

Her bag vibrated with a call.

She took out her phone and saw it was Mr.