Logan's expression darkened, his gaze sharp and ruthless. He didn't even use much strength—just shifted his body lightly—and with a bang, Paula crashed into the table behind her. "Ah!"
The scent of her heavy perfume drifted past his nose, and in that instant, Logan understood exactly what Amelia and Paula were scheming. Disgust churned in his stomach.
"Selina, we're leaving."
Selina nodded and hurried to his side. Naturally, the man reached out and took her hand. Paula's eyes blazed with fury.
That was her man—hers! She had already lowered herself by openly declaring her intentions. Selina, this so-called discarded wife, should've had the decency to step aside! How dare she!
Amelia, terrified of losing that two hundred billion, flustered and desperate, rushed to intervene. "Logan, what are you doing? Miss Paula is Duke William's daughter! How could you not know her?"
