Jean Adams.
She walked away from this like it never happened. Elegant, graceful, untouchable… like always. And while she could pretend the yacht never existed, the bruises on Logan's conscience were harder to hide.
He hadn't just signed a deal. He had signed away his dignity.
"You played your game well, Adams," he muttered under his breath, his voice venomous. "Now it's my turn."
He wouldn't confront her directly. No, Jean would never see it coming. He would strike where it hurt… her brand, her image, her alliances. Every carefully built wall of hers? He would chip at it, brick by brick.
She made him bend his morals. Now he'd make her bend her world.
He didn't need the press.
He needed revenge.
And when her empire started to collapse, Logan would be standing at the top… watching her fall.
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