The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

“Let me guess,” Logan said. “Grandfather sent you.”

Logan’s father sighed. “Just hear out what he wants me to tell you. I don’t think you’ll be unhappy about it.”

“Doubtful,” Logan replied. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Logan’s father glanced at the room behind us. “Can I come in?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Logan said.

“It’s okay,” Tammy said from the living room. “Don’t let that man stand out there on the stoop. I can at least heat up some waffles for him.”

“Tammy,” Frank scolded.

“I may dislike the man, but that’s no reason not to be hospitable,” Tammy replied. Standing from the couch, she walked into the kitchen and tended to the waffles

Logan shook his head, but guiding me back along with him, stepped away from the door, allowing his father to enter.

Frank and Dylan both stood.

“Michael,” Frank said, addressing Logan’s father with a heavy set frown.

“Frank,” Michael said, his own expression matching Frank’s. “I didn’t realize you would be here.”

“Of cou

“Of course we’d come to support our son,” Frank said firmly.

Dylan crossed his arms. “Why don’t you just say whatever it is you have to say, then we can all go our separate ways and be happy.”

Logan stood tensely, his shoulders ramrod straight, his spine without any curve. Gently, I touched the small of his back, offering him what little comfort I could in this difficult situation.

Michael, Logan’s father, looked at his son. “Your grandfather believes that an understanding can be reached that would benefit both parties. And that both parties would be agreeable to.”

Logan narrowed his eyes.

I certainly didn’t believe Michael’s words. I doubted anyone else would either.

“Does he have an offer?” Logan asked.

wouldn’t come here without one,” Michael said.

“Let’s hear it then.”

Michael would only stall like he was if he knew we wouldn’t like this offer, or if it was something that hurt him personally. I wondered which it was, just as I wondered what Senior had to offer Michael to get him to come here and offer it to begin with.

Money? Alcohol? Continued treatment for his wife?

I didn’t want to think the worst, but Senior had already shown his true colors many, many times. He was a

ruthless, heartless individual who would stoop to any low to get what he wanted.

“Your grandfather wants you back at the company. The current CEO, while agreeable, has not done well overall and many of the clients are unsatisfied,” Michael said.

Logan was good at his job. Well trained and experienced, he also really cared about his employees and the company itself. There were some hard times, of course, but he found a way to juggle everyone’s needs while still bringing in record profits.

That Senior would replace him so callously was short–sighted from a business standpoint, to say nothing of the actual malice behind the firing.

“You will have to work hard to prove yourself, in order for him to write you back into his will,” Michael continued, “But this would give you a pathway back into his good graces.”

As if Logan had any cause to need to do that. He’d already proven himself with years of hard work and loyalty. The only thing he had ever done that his grandfather disliked was marry me.

Frank and Dylan’s faces matched my own glower, but Logan’s face was neutral, even though his eyes. were cold, I’d seen him give this look before in the boardroom. This was his all–business face.

“And what would my grandfather want in return?” Logan asked.

Michael’s gaze slid to me.

“Absolutely not,” Logan said at once.

“You didn’t even hear the offer,” Michael said.

“If it has anything to do with breaking up with Hazel, I don’t want to hear it.”