Convincing Logan Morgan was much easier than Emily had imagined. James Taylor said on the phone, "The key to breaking down someone's psychological defenses is to cater to their preferences. Logan Morgan is essentially a pompous man. Give him enough face, and he will be very happy." Emily merely sneered when she heard this. Even Grace understood his true color, but it was a pity that her mother never got to see Logan Morgan's true nature. What a shame. However, it might be for the best. If her mother had seen what a boring man the person she once loved turned out to be, she would have been deeply disappointed. James Taylor organized a grand induction ceremony for Logan Morgan, as Emily's instructions, in the ballroom of the Hilton Hotel. Thanks to Allen Parker, many celebrities were invited, turning the induction ceremony into a grand party. Logan Morgan wore a dark gray suit, his hair meticulously combed back. It looked as though his hair had been dyed, all jet black. He held a champagne flute filled with amber-colored champagne. After clinking glasses and downing the drink with James Taylor, the two middle-aged men conversed happily. In the corner by the champagne tower, Olivia pointed to a woman. "Emily, is that Logan Morgan's wife?" Grace was wearing a dark purple dress today, a dull color that mirrored her mood. "Yes, that's Mrs. Morgan." Olivia snorted. "She dresses herself up as a high-society lady, but she's nothing but a shell." A shell? What does that mean? Seeing Emily's confusion, Olivia pursed her lips and explained, "A shell means someone who appears quiet and graceful on the outside, but if you get close, you can hear the noise of their chaotic inner world..." Emily: "…Did you say this before?" "Did I? I forgot. Anyway, Sophia and her mother are of the same breed. They have made being a mistress a legacy; they're cut from the same cloth." Emily stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall, her gaze fixed on the stage.Logan Morgan must have been pretending to be mature and steady for so long that it had become his second nature. He exuded an aura of patriarchal authority, his dark gray suit paired with a grass-green tie—a rather tasteless combination. "Sophia isn't here today?" "Why would she come?" Emily chuckled. "She originally hoped Logan Morgan would join the Reed Group and then force Nathan to marry her. Now that Logan Morgan has jumped ship, where would she find the face to show up?" Olivia was very pleased with herself. "Do you think Sophia would be furious if she knew Logan Morgan's salary comes from her money?" "Hopefully not," Emily said. "I haven't collected everything she owes me yet. It would be too easy on her if she just died of anger." As they spoke, the crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause. It turned out Logan Morgan was giving a speech. Holding a microphone, he spouted some grandiose platitudes, and the audience's enthusiastic response surprised Emily. Could there really be people who liked Logan Morgan? "You're overthinking," Olivia said. "I hired those people. I wanted to create an illusion of adoration for Logan Morgan. Didn't you say he was cocky? I decided to give him the strongest dose of flattery! I paid each of them a hundred dollars to act this show. Can I get this reimbursed by Mr. Satan?" Emily laughed out loud. "How much? I'll reimburse you." "What money do you have?" "I got paid," Emily added. "Jackson gave me my salary." Speaking of Jackson, Emily realized it had been a long time since they had any news about him. Olivia, who worked with Allen Parker every day, knew more. "Jackson went to France. He left in a hurry and canceled several car shows. But Jackson has always been spontaneous, so no one was surprised. After all, he's rich; missing a few car sales isn't a big deal." "France?" Emily searched her memory. The only well-known car brands in France were Bugatti and Renault. Jackson had worked with Maserati and Lincoln. His trip to France was unexpected. "Yes, France. I heard Allen Parker mention it. Apparently, he's looking for someone, but I don't know the details. Is he back yet?""I don't know. My salary was directly deposited into my bank account; I haven't seen him." Olivia waved her hand. "Forget it, Jackson isn't suitable for you anyway. I think you should be with Mr. Satan." Emily chuckled. "How much did Mr. Satan pay you to keep saying nice things about him?" "Let me count," Olivia said seriously. "He have given me millions by now. But, am I the type to sell out a friend for money? Of course not! I genuinely think Mr. Satan is good for you. He's mature, stable, and has depth. Even though his identity is unclear, it doesn't affect his charm. I've never been one to judge by appearances!" "Really? Didn't you like Lucas because of his looks?" "Looks were just the door opener. Let me tell you, after spending time at Starlight Entertainment, I have no positive feelings left for anyone! Do you know Bobby? He has bad breath! My God, I pity the actresses who had to kiss him! And Emma, she has a terrible temper. She's still a newbie who just got famous, but she's very arrogant and often yells at her assistants. One time, I couldn't stand it and scolded her myself!" While Olivia was sharing celebrity gossip, Emily noticed Allen Parker's figure flash by. She nodded. "These celebrities are really different from their public images." "Exactly. Lucas is actually a nice person, just lacks a bit of willpower. Other than that, he has no flaws." "And… what about Allen Parker?" Olivia paused, then lowered her voice. "To be honest, if Allen Parker became a celebrity, he would be more successful than most." "You don't dislike him?" "Ah?" Olivia's face filled with anger. "He's always deducting my salary. He's a stingy man!"