Chapter 1190


    When the Longs had left, Mr. Hunt ordered Mrs. Hunt to lock the gate. He felt that the resentment


    within him had dissipated, so he was grinning from ear to ear when he whirled around and returned to


    the house.


    Logan also wore a smile on his face. “What were these people thinking? If they’d behaved decently


    from the very beginning, there wouldn’t have been such a huge fuss.”


    Coming over, Mr. Hunt lifted a hand and patted him on the back. “You’ve got some tricks up your


    sleeve, boy! I like someone like you! If we can’t stand someone, we’ve got to put them in their ce.


    We can’t just allow them to step all over us!”


    Exasperated, L went out to the courtyard to help her mother with the cleaning. Dad is also the type


    of person who’ll exact revenge for the smallest thing, never admitting defeat orpromising. I can’t


    say that such people are bad, but life will be very tiring if one is so serious.


    That night, Logan again drank with Mr. Hunt. This time, Mr. Hunt truly regarded him as family, telling


    him everything about the family at the dinner table. He told him about all the changes that’d transpired


    from L’s childhood until now, not concealing anything at all. Even trivial things such as L being


    discriminated against when she first started working, the disastrous missions she went on, and the


    many times she called home to grouse about her job weren’t exempted. In short, he blurted every


    single detail he remembered.


    L truly wasn’t in the mood to hear all this. In fact, she wasn’t interested in hearing anything from


    anyone who was three sheets to the wind. Thus, she quickly went back to her room to rest after eating.


    Mr. Hunt’s voice was rather booming, so she could still hear him loud and clear despite lying on her bed


    in her room. She couldn’t quite put a finger on her feelings at this moment, but she seemed to be at


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    peace.


    At this time, her cell phone that was ced at the side vibrated again. Snagging it for a look, she saw


    that it was that hounding b*stard, Shawn, again. This time, however, he didn’t say anything about their


    rtionship. Instead, he said that Logan probably had a powerful background, so he had to be a


    master maniptor and must’ve fooled around often with girls. Thus, he wasn’t someone whom a


    vige girl like her could hold onto. Then, Shawn warned her that she might lose both the money and


    the person if she were to get together with Logan, urging her to know the score.


    Angernced through L at this. What does he mean by advising me to know the score? Who does


    he think he is? Sitting up at once, she rapidly typed out a message to Shawn. Not at all holding back


    her punches, she told him not to bother her anymore, hoping that he’d remember what he said this


    afternoon. Also, she made it clear that whatever happened in her life henceforth had nothing to do with


    him, demanding that he kept his nose out of her affairs.


    Subsequently, Shawn replied with a brief sentence—I was merely saying that for your own good.


    Disgust swamped her upon seeing this remark. Finally understanding that it was useless to argue with


    someone like him, she used the simplest method to resolve this matter—cklisting.


    After cklisting him, she threw her cell phone to the side. Perking up her ears, she heard the sounds


    of sses clinking. Sure enough, they’re still drinking! I don’t know about Logan’s alcohol tolerance, but


    Dad can drink someone under the table. So, if he insists on saving face and continues drinking with


    Dad, he’ll probably end up in a worse state than the previous time. Back then, Dad held back since he


    merely regarded him as a normal friend of mine, but after his series of actions today, Dad has obviously


    adopted him into the family.