Anastasia froze.
It took her only a second to realize Harrison had anticipated she might try to sneak off to the institute.
She put her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffing out.
Honestly, what kind of person did he think she was? She had given him her word, and she wouldn’t go back on it. Couldn’t he trust her a little?
—Of course, special circumstances like today were an exception.
Logan happened to walk in and, hearing the situation, started to explain.
It was natural for her to be angry. Mr. Lancaster’s orders were a bit domineering, but…
“I’m not angry,” Anastasia said, giving him a strange look. She lifted her chin with an air of pure smugness. “He just cares about me. It’s a feeling you singles wouldn’t understand!”
Logan was speechless.
He shouldn’t have interfered.
Suddenly, an idea struck Anastasia. She turned to him, a sweet smile spreading across her face. “Logan…”
Alarm bells went off in Logan’s head. He knew instantly what she was thinking.
With Harrison gone, the staff wouldn’t dare arrange a car for her, but he could.
Remembering past painful experiences of being roped into her schemes, Logan took a decisive step back. “Don’t look at me! I can’t!”
“Are you sure? This is about Mr. Lancaster’s life-saving medicine!”
Logan hesitated.
As he wrestled with his conscience, a figure appeared in his line of sight—Marcus!
Instantly, a flawless smile appeared on Logan’s face. He strode over to Marcus, who was just coming downstairs.
“Mr. Jackson, we’re going somewhere very interesting. Care to join us?”
Anastasia immediately understood his plan and shot him a look that said:


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