"Mrs. Reid certainly isn’t shy when it comes to praising herself."
Selina felt a breath stuck in her chest, unable to go up or down. Her face turned bright red. "You, you..."
She stammered for a long time but couldn’t manage to say anything coherent.
Her brain seemed to freeze completely.
Ahhh! This man! He had obviously known everything all along, yet he still deliberately lured her into a trap!
Selina decided to throw caution to the wind and lifted her chin stubbornly. "I’m this amazing—what’s wrong with giving myself some credit?"
Logan raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. "That’s true."
Selina felt like she was choking on air.
Right at that moment, Jack handed over a document. Logan took it and casually said, "Here’s the contract. Take a look."
Selina skimmed through it and suddenly spotted a name. "Ethereal Luxe... You’re giving me this studio?"
"To collaborate with Star, sincerity is a must."
Selina’s mind raced. "But as far as I know, this studio isn’t under your name."
Ethereal Luxe was Reid Group’s high-end luxury brand, tightly controlled by Amelia.
Logan’s expression was unreadable. "Not yet. That’s why I need to make a trip to the Reid Family estate."
Selina: "?"
So... he was going to the Reid Family estate to take it from Amelia?
This was going to be fun to watch!
Selina quickly cleared her throat. "Since it’s going to be my studio, I should contribute too. I’m coming with you!"
Logan didn’t expose her obvious curiosity for the upcoming drama. "Alright."
The next day at noon, Logan took Selina to the Reid Family estate.
The guards at the entrance stiffened the moment they saw him. "Young Master, why are you here?"
Logan didn’t spare them a glance and walked straight in.
Panicked, one of the guards stepped forward to block him. "The chairman and madam are having lunch right now. If you have any business, I can report it for you—"
Selina raised an eyebrow. "Logan, isn’t this your home? Why do you need to check in with a guard just to enter? Who’s the real master here?"
The guard’s face darkened. "Young Master, this is Madam’s rule. You cannot—"
Jack swiftly stepped forward, blocking the guard. Logan remained expressionless. "Let’s go."
Selina blinked and quickly followed.
She could already imagine how ugly Amelia’s face was about to look.
Meanwhile, in the Reid estate dining room...
Amelia, Daniel, and Owen had just sat down to eat when a maid rushed in anxiously. "Chairman, Madam, the Young Master is here!"
The expressions of everyone at the table immediately turned sour. Amelia frowned in displeasure. "Didn’t I say Logan needs to be reported first before entering?"
"We couldn’t stop him, Madam! He forced his way in, we—"
With a loud clatter, Amelia slammed her chopsticks onto the table, startling the maid. "That ungrateful son! Does he even respect me anymore?" freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Owen quickly tried to calm her down. "Mom, don’t be angry. Maybe Brother has something urgent to discuss?"
Amelia sneered. "Even if he does, he should know his place. He just can’t shake off those backwater habits!"
"What kind of family keeps their own son locked out of the house while their adopted son gets a seat at the dinner table?"
"If the two of you are dissatisfied, you’re welcome to sue. However, once word gets out that the esteemed Madam Reid has been occupying her own son’s business, the consequences... well, that won’t be something Mr. Reid will be able to control."
Daniel’s facial muscles twitched violently. "You—you ungrateful son—"
Logan casually tapped his fingers. "Sign it."
Swallowing his humiliation, Daniel begrudgingly signed his name.
Amelia’s complexion turned even paler. This was her golden goose! Ethereal Luxe was a brand beloved by countless socialites, generating nearly a billion dollars in annual profits for her. And now Logan had just taken it from her so effortlessly?!
That bastard!
Owen felt like his heart was bleeding. Amelia had promised him that Ethereal Luxe would be his one day, yet now it had fallen into Logan’s hands. Damn it! Damn it!
Suddenly, an idea struck him. Gritting his teeth, he forced a brotherly smile.
"Big Brother, since you’re already here, why don’t we have a meal together as a family?"
Selina raised an eyebrow in surprise. Wow. Is this the self-restraint of an adopted son? He really knows how to endure.
Logan’s expression was indifferent. "Are you sure?"
Owen’s facial muscles twitched slightly. "Not at home, of course. Let’s go to Ambrosia. It’s been a long time since you’ve been there, hasn’t it?"
Ambrosia was a well-known luxury restaurant.
Selina was just wondering what Owen was plotting when he spoke again, this time with a triumphant undertone.
"After all, Ambrosia was your hard-earned achievement back in the day. But ever since you transferred it to me, you’ve never visited again. Now that you’re free, why don’t we all go and take a look? What do you say?"
Selina: "..."
Oh, she understood now. So this was also something Owen had stolen from Logan.
A small-minded man basking in his fleeting triumph. He was here to flaunt.
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