I Cancel the Engagement and Level Way Up 55
Chapter 55
Almost everyone’s gaze landed on Vivian at the same time.
She glanced toward the doorway, and her expression was calm and detached, showing no particular reaction.
Stella was the first to break the silence. “Mr. Whitfield, what are you doing here?”
The moment Logan saw her, a flicker of confusion crossed his eyes.
Then, he looked over at the others at the table. Nearly all of them were CEOS of companies that had long–term partnerships with Whitfield Group, including Conner from Edgewell Group.
Logan suppressed his doubts and looked toward Kingston. Then, a composed, natural smile appeared on his face. “Sorry, I’m late. Something came up at the last minute. Mr. Howard, my apologies for the poor hospitality.”
Kingston remained seated, utensils still in hand. Hearing Logan’s words, he didn’t set them down. Instead, he calmly took another bite of food, not sparing Logan a glance. “Mr. Whitfield, you must have countless affairs keeping you busy. It’s understandable if you can’t make it.”
Logan caught the faint mockery in Kingston’s tone and instinctively glanced at Vivian, puzzled.
Kingston was hostile toward him, but he couldn’t figure out where that hostility came from.
Then, he thought of their unpleasant encounter at the auction last time and understood. Those friends of his were unreliable, uncouth hangers–on. Kingston had probably formed a poor impression of him because of them.
But this wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
Logan adopted an apologetic stance. “That’s on me. I’ll punish myself with three drinks in front of everyone.”
He reached out to take the wine glass Vivian had used.
Kingston’s gaze darkened slightly. He turned to the waiter standing by and said, “Bring another set of cutlery.”
The waiter hurriedly placed a temporary set in front of Logan and pulled over a chair for him.
Logan smiled. “Given my relationship with Vivi, even sharing the same cutlery wouldn’t be a problem.
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He looked at Vivian with intimate familiarity, but Vivian didn’t respond. Instead, she took her wine glass back and subtly shifted her seat, putting a bit more distance between herself and Logan.
A sharp glint flashed through Logan’s eyes. Just as he was about to reach for her arm, Kingston poured liquor into his glass.
Logan had no choice but to lift the glass and respond politely.
Kingston didn’t pour the liquor into a small shot glass. Instead, he filled a large cup right up to the brim, with the alcohol nearly spilling over.
“Mr. Whitfield, you seem incredibly sincere. Once these three cups are down, any lingering resentment in everyone’s hearts should be settled,” Kingston said, and the other executives echoed their agreement.
Logan was trapped by his own words. He could only steel himself and drink.
Kingston personally poured every round, stopping only when each cup was nearly overflowing.
After three cups, Logan felt as though his stomach was on fire.
He still hadn’t fully recovered from his cold, and he’d spent the entire afternoon working on the underground garage project without eating a thing.
In past dinners, Vivian would already have come to him with something hot to eat. But today, she sat perfectly still in her chair, smiling as she whispered with Stella, not sparing him a single extra glance.
À sense of frustration welled up inside Logan, but he still remained calm. In a gentle tone, he said to her, “Vivian, get me a bowl of soup.”
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