CHAPTER 44 RELIABLE LOGAN

The toy.

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I stood at the entrance of the bar, the warmth of the afternoon sun unable to chase away the chills running down my spine. It had been two days since the incident, and we hadn't spoken or seen each other.

As I opened the door and stepped inside, I saw Logan deep in conversation with another bartender.

"Hey," I said with a nervous smile, taking a seat on a stool.

"How can I help you, Aria?" His voice was cold, and the adoration that once gleamed in his eyes was gone.

I couldn’t really blame him.

"How are you feeling?" Logan asked.

My eyes widened in surprise. I hadn’t expected him to care.

"Has the person said what they want?" Logan's voice held a trace of concern.

"He only said it would look good on a website," I replied, swallowing hard.

"The jerk is asking me for money," Logan said, sliding his phone over to me.

"What?" I picked up his phone and scrolled through the messages, reading the threats. "He wants a million dollars to delete the video? Where does he expect a ba