39. Be Married

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“Boss.”

I opened my eyes at Isaiah's call. I was about to nap while leaning on the swivel chair inside Logan's room, a chair he used during his teenage years for playing the online game DOTA.

This antique swivel chair, valued at fifty thousand US dollars, went up to two hundred thousand dollars in the auction due to Logan's arrogance and foolishness. The auctioneer presented the chair, starting the bid at fifty thousand dollars. Still, Logan, acting like a fool, immediately bid two hundred thousand dollars to impress a girl who was showcasing the item.

Thinking of Logan made me smirk, and looking at Isaiah made me sigh. I shook my head to shake off my annoyance with Isaiah, who seemed to have a knack for disturbing me. I raised my brow, waiting for whatever he had to say.

“Boss Logan said he needs you at the pier,” he said, further fueling my irritation towards Logan and Jake. Those idiots have been causing trouble for me, going back and forth between Manila and Sta. Monica for