The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

Having made his calls and purchases, Logan was about to leave for the day when Cameron burst unannounced into his office. By now, he’d been so caught up in his gift buying that he had forgotten he’d invited Cameron for a quick meeting.

It should be the shortest meeting of his life. He only had one thing to say to her.

“Did you get my money?” she asked.

“No,” Logan replied. “And you will not be receiving any from me either.”

“I have the video –”

“A doctored video will not change my mind.”

Cameron’s face turned a bright shade of red. “It’s not doctored!”

“I have many expensive lawyers,” Logan said. “Perhaps you’d like to speak with them? But I have no more. time for you.”

Logan already had a date lined up with Tina for the end of the week, thanks to Hazel. He wasn’t going to play this game in the interim.

“You are making a big mistake,” Cameron threatened, “When the journalists hear about this….

“What journalists? The tabloids?” Logan laughed. “I’m already in their headlines three days a week. You think your little game frightens me?”

Cameron fumed, her mouth became a hard line, her lips thin.

“Your grandfather will believe me,” she said.

“No, that won’t work either,” Logan said, “Grandfather knows that I am looking for a high society girlfriend. In fact, I have a date with Miss St. Louis at the end of the week.”

That left Cameron speechless.

Before she could recover, Logan’s phone began to ring

“You can show yourself out now, please, Cameron. I have actual work to do.”

Lifting the phone receiver, Logan gestured for Cameron to leave. Blackmail or no, Cameron was still his employee. If she gave him a legitimate reason to fire her, he would.

She must have known that, because she slowly backed up to the door, then disappeared out of it.

Logan moved his focus onto the phone call. “Forgive me. Who did you say this was again?”

The man on the other line introduced himself once more. “Mr. Higgins, sir. From the jewelry store. We spoke earlier this afternoon regarding a rush order delivered to Miss Whitaker.”

“Yes? Is there some problem?”

“I’m afraid there is, Sir,” Mr. Higgins said. “Miss Whitaker is asking to return the items.”

Logan’s brow drew together in confusion. “Is she asking for the money instead?” Hazel didn’t seem the

type…

“No, Sir. She wants the refund to be returned to your account. She simply does not want the items.”

Logan leaned back in his chair, caught off guard. Even when he pulled himself together, he was still struck with confusion.

“Do whatever she asks,” Logan said. “But be certain to keep the commission for yourself, Mr. Higgins. For your trouble.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Logan hung up the phone. A few moments later, he received similar calls from the clothing and shoe

stores.

The florist had a similar but different story. “Miss Whitaker wishes to pay for the flowers herself, and for your card to be refunded.”

“Absolutely not,” Logan said. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Did she truly hate his gifts so badly? Or…

Was he going about this the wrong way?

With the other women he’d dated, gifts aplenty healed every wound. Hazel had always been special, though. He knew that. Falling back on his old playbook wasn’t going to work with her.

He had to try something else.

I go into the office the next morning with a heavy sense of trepidation on my shoulders. After Logan’s wealth display the night before, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to seeing him again. I thought of just calling out sick, but I imagined Logan wouldn’t fall for that. I also wasn’t that big of a coward.

Logan was the one who had messed this up by trying to buy my forgiveness. I wasn’t going to hide away because his efforts missed the mark in a big, insulting way. I was the wronged party here and had nothing to be ashamed of.

Yet, even with that confidence, I still wasn’t sure what to expect. Would Logan be angry? Would he even understand what he did wrong?