His ex-wife.
Seven years ago, when his career was just beginning to take off, Logan signed the divorce papers without hesitation.
The reason?
“You’re too simple, too slow. You’re not up to the standards of a director.”
He left her with a humble house and no support.
And now… he found her working as a cleaner.
A contemptuous smile spread across his face. He approached, his shoes clicking on the floor, intentionally.
Madison was still staring at the red dress on the mannequin: a unique design called “Phoenix Fire,” adorned with rubies, so elegant it took her breath away.
Logan let out a mocking laugh.
“Do you like it?”
Madison nodded gently.
“It’s beautiful. Refined. Powerful.”
Logan’s laughter grew louder.
He took some small bills from his wallet and threw them into the trash can next to her.
“Just because you think it’s pretty doesn’t mean anything. People like you, even if they worked cleaning their whole lives, couldn’t afford a single button on that dress.”
Madison didn’t pick up the money.
She just looked at the dress one last time.
And that look… made Logan feel an inexplicable unease.
And right at that moment…
From the back of the lobby, several bodyguards dressed in black advanced quickly.