Chapter 92

In a spacious and elegantly decorated private room, I was greeted by a few familiar faces. These people… I had seen them on TV! My mind went numb again, but I remembered Logan's instructions. Forcing a smile, I clung tightly to his arm. Everyone at the table turned to look at us, smiling warmly. One of them teased, "Well, this is the first time I've seen Woody bring a date. Come over here, Woody! Let me get a look." Mr. Maynard, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, looked sharp and polished. Logan led me over, respectfully greeting him. "Mr. Maynard, this is my girlfriend, Ariana." The room instantly fell into a dead silence. Even the waiter pouring tea turned to look at him in shock. I froze, not knowing where to put my hands or feet. Wait. Did he just make it public? Is this for real? I had to be dreaming, or I must have misheard. My neck felt stiff as I slowly turned to look at Logan, but he stood tall and composed, his flawless side profile showing no emotion. Mr. Maynar