Chapter 92
In a spacious and elegantly decorated private room, I was greeted by a few familiar faces. These people… I had seen them on TV!
My mind went numb again, but I remembered Logan's instructions. Forcing a smile, I clung tightly to his arm. Everyone at the table turned to look at us, smiling warmly.
One of them teased, "Well, this is the first time I've seen Woody bring a date. Come over here, Woody! Let me get a look." Mr. Maynard, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, looked sharp and polished.
Logan led me over, respectfully greeting him. "Mr. Maynard, this is my girlfriend, Ariana."
The room instantly fell into a dead silence. Even the waiter pouring tea turned to look at him in shock. I froze, not knowing where to put my hands or feet.
Wait. Did he just make it public? Is this for real?
I had to be dreaming, or I must have misheard. My neck felt stiff as I slowly turned to look at Logan, but he stood tall and composed, his flawless side profile showing no emotion.
Mr. Maynar

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