Logan held an envelope between his fingers. "She told me a thousand times not to let you know."
Selina took it, raising a brow. "An invitation?"
…
A few minutes earlier.
Logan had just parked when a woman approached.
Ava's eyes shimmered with tears, her posture fragile yet carrying a stubborn determination. "Mr. Reid, this is an invitation to my art exhibition. I hope you can attend."
Logan didn't spare her a glance and walked past.
Unwilling to give up, Ava hurried after him. "Mr. Reid, I know you love oil paintings. I've been studying oil painting since I was a child, and I'm already a well-known artist. My exhibition won't disappoint you!"
Logan kept walking, unbothered.
Then Ava, as if possessed by a melodrama heroine, suddenly called out behind him: "Logan, is it because you look down on me? That's fine—I'll make sure you regret it!"
Logan: "…"
