Chapter 187


    Connor returned to his seat, his attention fixated on Cam''s progress with her meal. He noticed her


    lackluster effort, and he mused that the food must not be to her liking.


    It was time to ask the chef to switch up the vors.


    Cam looked at her te,pletelycking appetite, and set down her fork. She stood up and


    walked out.


    Connor massaged his temples and sighed. Just then, a notification popped up, and he opened the


    message.


    Logan: [The ne is ready. I''ll be at your office around 2 PM.]


    He nced at Cam and replied. [Bring a milkshake and a slice of cheesecake for Cam. Just


    say you picked it up on your way.]


    Logan stared at the chat, a smirk unwittingly forming on his lips.


    Damn!


    He, the CEO of the Weiss Corporation, was reduced to delivering takeout.


    They say, choose your friends wisely...


    ***


    Cam quietly washed her lunchbox, then entered the break room to make herself a cup of coffee.


    She returned to her desk, lifted the coffee, and took a sip. It was bitter.


    As lunch break ended, the office lights brightened. Cam took a deep breath and dove into her


    work, processing emails and documents.


    At that moment, Logan stepped out of the elevator, spotted Cam immediately, and waved with a


    smile. "Good afternoon, Cam."


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    She looked up, stood, and responded, "Mr. Logan, good afternoon."


    Logan approached her desk. He set a paper bag on her desk while ncing at Connor''s office, his


    eyes gleaming with mischief.


    "This is for you," Logan said softly.


    Cam was puzzled and opened the bag to find a milkshake and cheesecake. "Mr. Logan, this is?"


    "Just picked it up on my way," he whispered, covering his face slightly. "No share for your boss."


    "Thank you, Mr. Logan," Cam said with a smile.


    Logan nodded with a smile. "Is Connor inside?"


    "Yes," Cam replied.


    "I''ll head in then. Enjoy your snack."


    With that, Logan walked toward Connor’s office and pushed the door open. He entered and


    announced, "Mission aplished!"


    Connor looked up with a pleased smile, "Thanks."


    "Why not tell her you got the stuff?" Logan casually flopped onto the couch, hands resting leisurely


    on the armrests, curiously probing.


    Connor sighed softly, a tone of helplessness in his voice. "I can’t figure it out. She’s been particrly


    cold to me today." He furrowed his brow, puzzled by her behavior.


    After a brief silence, he suddenly remembered something. His gaze sharpened as he turned to


    Logan. "Where’s the ne?"


    Logan’s face broke into a smug smile, and he pulled out a small, elegant box from his suit pocket.


    "Here, this is what you asked for."


    Connor strode over, took the box, and opened it. He nodded in satisfaction, carefully lifting the


    ne and examining it closely.


    "Thank you, it’s beautiful."


    “Well, of course. I designed it.” Logan raised an eyebrow proudly.


    "How much? I’ll transfer it to you," Connor took out his phone.


    Logan pressed his hand down on the phone, shaking his head with augh. "No need for that. I’m


    d to help."


    "What help?" Connor asked.


    Logan just chuckled meaningfully, not answering directly, "Figure it out yourself."


    He then sighed.


    ''So oblivious. How long will it be before Cam finally calls me her brother-inw?''


    Connor returned to his desk and pressed the inte. "Pleasee in for a moment."