Grace’s expression instantly changed. "You think you can pin it all on me? " "How can it be pinning it on you when it’s what you did? Oh, and I remember, wasn’t I already at the airport when you used my phone to call Emma? Grace, how could you do that, especially when you were still married to your ex-husband? You see, it all makes sense now." Grace’s brows furrowed deeply. "Logan, don’t forget, Herry is your only son. If you really want to destroy me, I can guarantee you’ll never find Herry for the rest of your life." Logan shrugged indifferently. "Herry is my only son, but I’m only in my fifties. Once Emily marries into the Norman family, my status will elevate further. Many women will be eager to bear my children." "Ha!" Grace suddenly burst into a wild laugh. "Good thing I prepared something. I never trusted you, you beast." Her gaze dropped to Logan’s lower abdomen, and she smirked coldly. "Logan, you probably can’t perform with women anymore, can you?" Logan felt a chill under her sharp gaze. He was a man in his fifties, and logically, he should still have desires and needs. But for the past few months, despite sharing a bed with Grace, he hadn’t felt any sexual desire. He’d always thought it was the stress of working and the many responsibilities he had, coupled with Grace’s aging. But now, with Grace’s sudden comment, he felt something was amiss. "Rest assured, I didn’t poison you. I just gave you something to make you lose your manly power. You didn’t notice because the dose was small and mixed in your food. Over time, the effect built up in your body." Logan erupted in rage, grabbing Grace’s throat and slamming her against the cold, hard wall. "What did you make me ingest?" Grace laughed wickedly. "Even if you kill me, you’ll never be like other men again. Logan, you’re destined to have only Herry as your son, and he carries half my blood. If anything happens to me, he’ll be taken somewhere you’ll never find him. You’ll never have another heir!" "W.hore!" Logan tightened his grip around her neck before throwing her to the ground. "I should never have fallen for your seduction!" "Was it me who seduced you?" "Wasn’t it? If I had stayed with Lisa, at least she could have given me children!" "But Lisa gave birth to a daughter! You knew the child in her womb was a girl, so you decided to abandon their lives, didn’t you? Logan, if you still want to see Herry, you better not cross me." ... The drama in the alley lasted for over an hour before finally subsiding. In a nearby black car, Mr. Satan turned and asked, "Do you still want to watch?" Emily's eyes were fixed on Logan, and she spoke through gritted teeth, "No, if I listen any longer, I might rush down and kill him to avenge my mother!" Mr. Satan rolled up the window, its tinted glass ensuring they could see out while remaining unseen from the outside. He held Emily's hand, offering her strength and warmth. "Do you want Logan dead?" "Death would be too easy for him. If possible, I want him to be unable to live or die." "Do you still care that he’s your father?" Emily shook her head firmly. "I have no such father. My father is William." "Good," Mr. Satan praised. "I support you." The car started, moving like a shadow in the night, silent and unseen. "Are you going to see Olivia?" Emily seemed lost in her emotions, taking a moment before replying. "Yes, we agreed to meet." "Then I’ll take you there. I have some matters to discuss with Allen Parker." At the entrance of Starlight Entertainment Building, numerous fans and paparazzi were gathered. Fans camped out day and night, hoping for a glimpse of their idols, and paparazzi were there, afraid of missing any big news. "In this world, there are only two driving forces: emotion and money," Mr. Satan said as he drove. "Some people will abandon everything for emotion, while others will forsake their humanity for money. It’s truly sad." Emily interjected, "Logan and Grace belong to the latter." "But you and I belong to the former," Mr. Satan chuckled. "Emily, in some ways, we are very alike." "And what about the woman before me? Which type was she?"Emily regretted the question as soon as it left her lips. She shouldn’t have asked, especially not now. Deep down, she still cared about that woman. "Emily, that question no longer matters." "Oh." Emily leaned back, sinking into her seat, staring out the window. "I have no right to ask that question, after all... I was once Nathan’s wife before you, though our marriage certificate was fake." "Emily, that’s not what I meant." Emily closed her eyes. "I’m sorry, Mr. Satan, I’m just not in a good mood today. I apologize. I didn’t mean to blame you. You’re four years older than me, and with your background and capabilities, it’s normal to have had women before me. I’m just a bit sad. Your brother Bryden once told me you always liked me... How foolish I was to believe it when you had already told me about a woman you couldn’t be with." "Emily, you seem off today." Mr. Satan squeezed her hand. "Did you find out something?" "Nothing," Emily sniffled. "Logan and Grace’s conversation reminded me of some things. Mr. Satan, you had a grudge against Nathan, so you destroyed the Reed family overnight. Did you approach me because I was once Nathan’s wife?"