Henry spun around. His handsome face was as dark with rage, frowning. His bottomless eyes were fierce and his tense face muscles seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.
Logan was almost certain that he should not make Henry any angrier.
Logan had offended Henry in many ways, some ways more serious than what he had done last night, but never he had seen Henry so infuriated.
However, it looked like that was the end for him!
Logan feared taking another step with the way Henry’s deadly stare was fixed upon him.
"Come in!" Henry's eyes narrowed, his gaze as cold as an iceberg, sending chills down his spine.
Henry's voice was hellish, making Logan feel like he was dealing with a demon in broad daylight.
Logan wished not to enter, yet dared not disobey.
Rubbing his tense face, Logan forced a charming smile, "Mr. Moore, you were looking for me? My handphone was on silent. The moment I knew that you're looking for me, I rushed over to meet you."
Logan knew that the best way to save himself from being beaten up was to admit he was in the wrong.
He had driven at lightning speed; if it was not for Stella's procrastination, Logan was sure that he would arrive much earlier.
Henry glared, making Logan fumble.
Just when Henry turned around, Stella immediately spotted Henry's bandage was soaked red from the blood seeping out of the wound that he got from last night. It had opened up.
Stella could not bear the sight. Tears started filling her eyes, "Hen, your wound opened up. Let me go get the doctor."
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