Chapter 177

I carefully broke the silence and said, "We're going to have Jorlandian cuisine. The restaurant is at…" I gave Logan the name of the restaurant, and he responded icily, "Jorlandian cuisine? What's so delicious about it?" I was at a loss for words. In the next moment, Logan's cold voice rose over the phone. "I'll be there in 20 minutes. You'd better behave yourself, Norman." Then, the call ended, and an eerie silence hung in the car. Norman drove the car, and he wore an inscrutable expression. I couldn't tell if he was upset or happy. I carefully felt him out. "Logan probably isn't in a good mood today." Norman turned the steering wheel and chuckled. "It'd be rare if he's in a foul mood." I asked, "Why?" He whistled and added, "He rarely shows emotions on a daily basis. I always call him a money-making machine." Money-making machine? I was stumped when I heard what he said. It looked like Logan and Norman didn't share the best relationship. … We arrived at the Jorlandian rest