Logan Morgan looked around stealthily. People had already recognized him, and some had taken out their phones to snap pictures and record videos. “Emily, things aren't as simple as you think. The events of those years were very complicated. You can’t just believe what Grace says...” Emily chuckled, nodding as she crossed her arms and sat down on the sofa. “Alright, I’m free today. Why don’t you tell me the whole story? I’d love to hear why you took your wife’s... oh no, your ex-wife’s designs to a competition and won first prize with them?” Logan’s face turned red with anger. “She told you about that?” “I told you, I know what I need to know. And what Grace wouldn’t say, others did.” Logan fell silent. Emily wasn’t in a rush. She sat while Logan stood, and she could see his eyes darting around, clearly calculating, trying to come up with an excuse that might convince her of his innocence. But Emily wasn’t stupid. Her bag vibrated with a call. She took out her phone and saw it was Mr. Satan calling. The underground garage had a direct elevator to the upstairs. He was already back in room 2307. Not seeing her, he called to ask where she was. Emily answered, “Hello?” “Who did you run into?” Mr. Satan seemed to have anticipated something. “Grace or Logan?” “Logan Morgan,” Emily answered quietly. “Do you need me to step in?” “Not for now,” Emily thought for a moment, then added, “But can you come down? I...” “Okay,” Mr. Satan said. “Ask what you want to ask, do what you want to do. I’m here for you.” “Alright.” Emily hung up and put her phone back in her bag. Logan was still silent.“Do you have anything else to say? If not, please leave.” “Wait, Emily—” Logan instinctively reached out to grab Emily’s hand. But as soon as he touched her skin, he quickly withdrew, not daring to touch her again. “...Sigh, this matter is very complicated, and... there are too many people here. This isn't a good place to talk. Why don’t we go to a room? Or to your place?” Emily rejected him outright, “My place isn’t open to murderers. You’d dirty my space.” Logan gritted his teeth. “Then I'll go to the front desk and book a private room. I'll pay. Is that alright?” Seeing Emily stay silent, Logan called out, “Bobby, go book a private room.” “Yes, sir.” Bobby jogged to the front desk. He spoke with the receptionist for a while, but something seemed off; their conversation didn't seem to go well. Soon, Bobby came back, furious. “Mr. Morgan, the private rooms are all booked.” Logan was stunned and angry. “Booked? How is that possible? I see plenty of empty rooms. How could all the private rooms be taken?” Bobby was equally indignant. “I thought the same, but the receptionist insisted that a gentleman booked all the private rooms just two minutes ago.” “One person booked all the private rooms?” “Yes,” Bobby said angrily. “I’m going to complain to the manager about that receptionist. She’s clearly making things difficult and lying.” But Logan thought otherwise. Emily had just taken a call. Could that have been from Vincent? Someone with that much money, protecting Emily like that, could only be him. Logan felt an overwhelming frustration. He had always been revered. When had he ever been this low in front of a woman? But he had no choice now. Emily was clearly hostile towards him. The Norman family would also back her up. If Logan turned against her, he’d be against the entire Norman family. He had many dark secrets, and if they were exposed, his reputation would be ruined.That would be as good as killing him! So, for the sake of his money and future, he had to make a choice! Even a lizard would sever its tail to survive. Logan was ready to burn his bridges this time. He had to use this opportunity to divorce Grace and cut all ties, hoping Emily would stop being so hostile towards him. But clearly, Emily knew too many secrets. Logan silently cursed Grace thousands of times! That damn woman really wanted to drag him to hell with her! He had to shut her up. Emily’s wedding with Vincent was close. He didn’t have time to deal with Grace’s issues. He could only show his stance now, make his position clear to Emily and the Norman family, and protect his status and reputation. But Grace knew too much... Logan’s face showed a trace of viciousness. “No need for a private room. Just say what you want here,” Emily said. “You always claim to be upright, right? So you shouldn’t have any issues saying it in front of everyone, should you?” Logan gritted his teeth. He knew Emily was doing this on purpose. She was pushing him to lose his temper, forcing his carefully built image to collapse. But Logan wouldn’t be defeated so easily. Logan curled his lips slightly, saying, “Yes, Emily is right. I have nothing to hide, and I’m not afraid of people hearing or recording.” “Good,” Emily nodded, adjusting her posture to look up at him. “Then please answer my previous question. When your ex-wife sacrificed her life to give birth, you stole her design to win a first prize. Do you have a conscience?” “Emily, actually, I was deceived too.” “Oh? Who tricked you into accepting the award? Or who tricked you into stealing the design?” “That design wasn’t stolen by me, but by Grace,” Logan sighed helplessly, as if he were an innocent man. “She stole the design and put it in my briefcase, replacing my own. When I submitted the work, I didn’t even check and handed it in. When I won the award, I was surprised and even considered telling the organizers it wasn’t my original. But then I thought, your mother had already passed away, and this design was her legacy. I had the duty to let her work shine in the architecture industry. So I accepted the award on her behalf. If you want, I can bury the trophy with your mother at her grave.”