After spending these few days together, Esther proved to be a reliable temporary partner without dragging Logan down. Despite her gender, she displayed unexpected resilience, enduring the time with him without complaint or impatience.
"But a hunch can't be used as evidence," Esther remarked.
Logan acknowledged that a hunch couldn't serve as evidence. However, his intuition often proved accurate, helping him avoid many risks. Analyzing the call and the information he overheard today, he guessed they were likely to make a transaction tonight.
"Let's go to the bar tonight."
Esther simply nodded without asking for details. "Okay."
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In the evening, Logan and Esther headed to the bar.
Esther had previously checked the bar's surveillance, identifying its blind spots. The first floor had a dance floor and booths, while the second floor had private rooms.
Upon arrival, they noticed the BMW group entering the bar. Choosing a private room on the second floor this time, Logan and Esther debated changing their spot.
Esther leaned close to Logan's ear amidst the electronic music, her orchid-scented fragrance brushing against his ear. "Should we change our spot?"
Logan's ears unexpectedly turned crimson under the colorful lights.
"Not for now." Logan wrapped his arm around Esther's shoulder, pulling her into his embrace. Affectionately, he said, "We might need to put on a little act later."
"What act?" Esther asked.
"Depends on the situation. Adapt as needed."
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