Good Thing You Know Your Place

"Since you acknowledge that she's your sister-in-law, Vivian, what makes you think that you, an adopted daughter, can be compared to my Mrs. Reid?"

 

Logan's tone was indifferent. "Or rather, who gave you the confidence to believe that you're worth 1.9 billion?"

 

...

 

The dressing room fell into a stunned silence.

 

Vivian's tears clung to her lashes, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Logan, how could you say that about me…?"

 

Logan watched as her tears dripped onto the bracelet. Normally, a scene like this—a beautiful woman crying delicately—might be moving. But to him, it was nothing short of disgusting.

 

He frowned slightly, then leaned in close to Selina's ear and murmured gently, "Jewelry that someone else has worn—we don't need it."

 

Vivian's expression froze. Logan actually despises my tears?!