#Chapter 139: The Power Of A Last Name

Logan immediately stepped in to intercept, but by now, the damage had been done. My beautiful dress, ruined, because of this spiteful women and her lofty ideas of self-worth. “Victoria, that was majorly uncalled for,” Logan scolded. She only continued to smirk. “Coming to your assistant’s rescue again, Logan? You sure have a soft spot, don’t you?” Logan’s eyes went wide. He suddenly stammered, “It’s n-not like that…” I couldn’t bear to see it. My heart cracked right down the middle. I knew Logan cared for me, but to see him flounder like this. He couldn’t defend his assistant like he could defend his wife. Bitter tears welled in my eyes. We had agreed on this distance. We had predetermined rules to make sure we would not be improperly perceived. But God, it still hurt. Everything hurt. Not wanting anyone here to see my tears, I swiveled on my heel and rushed away. “You hurt the poor thing’s feelings,” said one of the CEO’s, and the group laughed. “Hazel, wait,” Dylan