Chapter 30 Who Is The Real Trump Card?
- Meanwhile, all this while Freya has been kneeling near the back, clenched her fists.
- Her eyes drifted to the corner of the room—where Logan sat silently, as though detached from all this chaos. His expression was unreadable, his posture calm. He didn’t flinch under the noise or the threats. In fact, he had been so still that the thugs hadn’t even noticed him.
- Freya’s lips curled with scorn.