"Alright, I understand," James saved the recording. "Leave this to me. You don’t need to worry." Logan expressed his gratitude, "Mr. Taylor, you truly are my benefactor." James laughed heartily, "I still have a few matters to attend to, so I’ll let you go for now." "Alright, alright." James ended the call with a cold laugh, throwing his phone aside in disgust. Olivia quickly approached him, "Dad! Did that bastard admit to it?" "He has some brains," James snorted. "He only denied having feelings for Emily’s mother, without detailing the past situation. But it’s clear that he’s a hypocrite." Olivia cursed, "Damn it! What did Emily’s mother see in him?" "Probably his hard-working nature," James sighed regretfully. "Olivia, you need to be sharp. You’re my only daughter, don’t let those bad men deceive you." Olivia confidently patted her chest, "Don’t worry, don’t worry, your daughter is very smart." "I’d be at ease if you were half as smart as Emily," James asked. "How’s Emily doing lately? Is she still working as a makeup artist for that celebrity?" Olivia nodded, "Dad, can you stop saying 'that celebrity'? He has a name, it’s Lucas." James said, "Try to persuade her. She has talent, and if she wants to continue her studies, I can help her contact a school. Being a makeup artist is a job, but it doesn’t seem very stable. The design industry lacks talent, and even someone with mediocre skills like Logan can deceive people with his work. With Emily’s talent, she’d make an excellent designer." Olivia agreed, "Alright, I’ll tell her when she returns from Germany." "And," James inquired, "is the man she’s dating, the masked man, Alex’s eldest son? Did she know this when they started dating?" "Um, she probably didn’t. I helped her come up with many ways to verify Mr. Satan’s true identity. I think she only found out when she visited the Norman family." James was a bit worried, "They’re dating, and he hasn’t even told her his true identity. Does he really love her?" "Mr. Satan must have his reasons. He always wears a mask, there must be some unspeakable reasons. I’ve dealt with him many times, and honestly, Dad, he’s the most devoted man to his woman I’ve ever seen."James raised an eyebrow, "More than I love your mom?" "Of course. I heard Emily mention once that Mr. Satan liked her a long time ago but never confessed due to various reasons. He quietly watched over her. When Emily married Nathan, he stepped back and was quite depressed for a while. As soon as Emily separated from Nathan, he appeared immediately… Ah, it’s such a romantic story…" James remained cautious, "I hope it’s as you say. The Norman family should be planning the wedding soon. Emily is pregnant. I hope she has really met the right person this time." ... Outside the Morgan mansion. Grace and Sophia stared angrily at the tightly shut door. But it seemed Logan had made up his mind to completely sever ties with them and curry favor with Emily and the Norman family. Sophia panicked, "Mom, should we try to speak kindly to him again? After all, there’s still Herry. Isn’t he Logan’s favorite? If Herry speaks up for us, Logan might relent." Grace frowned deeply, "It’s useless. Logan is the kind of person who always seeks benefits and avoids harm. I already exposed his weaknesses, yet he still threw us out. It means he has a plan or a backer." Sophia gasped, "Could it be the Norman family? Did Mr. Norman instruct him to do this?" Grace glared at her, "The Norman family doesn’t have the time for this. I suspect it’s related to Mr. Taylor. His daughter grew up with Emily, and he treats Emily like his own daughter. It’s likely he’s using the Norman family’s name to play dirty tricks." "Olivia…" "Yes, Olivia," Grace said. "Did your ex-boyfriend from Germany contact you? Did he succeed?" Sophia checked her phone and shook her head, "Not yet." Grace gritted her teeth, "It’s okay, we’ll stay at a hotel for a few days. Once Emily is assaulted by those people, she’ll miscarry. Her reputation will be ruined, and the Norman family won’t marry her. Logan’s future will be destroyed, and he’ll come begging us to help him." Sophia nodded, "Alright, we’ll wait." "Pick up the clothes from the ground." "Okay."Sophia crouched down to gather the expensive clothes, but— "Mom, these clothes are all stained with mud and can’t be washed. Let’s throw them away and buy new ones." Grace, fuming, waved her hand, "Throw them away. We’ll buy more expensive clothes later." So Sophia threw the clothes, worth millions, into the trash can. They hailed a taxi and got in. Grace said, "Please go to Times Square." Times Square is a place with many luxury stores. They didn’t know how long they’d be staying at the hotel and needed new clothes. "Sure thing!" The driver, hearing they were going to Times Square, knew they were wealthy. "Going shopping?" "Yes." "You both look like high society people, your aura is different from ordinary folks…" The driver flattered them all the way, but when they arrived, he was dumbfounded. "You don’t have money? Why are you taking a taxi then?" Grace looked at her phone, gritting her teeth. Logan, you bastard!