Chapter 90

"Yes," Logan answered. Then he added, "Aside from Ms. Clark, we've arranged for caregivers to go on a 24-hour rotation." "Good," Samuel calmly replied, though a layer of frost seemed to settle over his handsome face. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly as he continued, "Any updates on the crash?" "No progress yet," Logan carefully said. In a city like Seaville, the fact that their people couldn't dig anything up meant one thing—the person behind it had come prepared and covered their tracks well. "Keep a close eye on the driver. You're coming with me to meet him." Samuel's words came out slow and flat, but each one carried a razor-sharp chill. "Yes, Mr. Vance!" Logan stiffened. "We've already got someone tailing him, but do you really need to step foot in a place like that? It's not worth getting your hands dirty." Samuel didn't respond. Once he'd made up his mind, there was no changing it. As his assistant, Logan knew his job wasn't to question—it was to follow orders. So, he shu