His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 100: Inflecting Fears and Pains.

Chapter 100: Inflecting Fears and Pains.

Logan walked into the pink-haired girl’s room with the maid who came to inform him about the girl’s consciousness.

With an intimidating look on his face, he walked toward the four-poster bed and stared hard at the girl. The maid in the room with them cowered with the strong glare but the girl never acknowledged it.

Ignoring the figure before her, "Water," she requested.

The maid’s mouth gaped open like a fool. No one dares to speak before their boss so, who was this girl with the extremely special treatment not only that, she ignored the boss’s presence.

Does the girl perhaps have a death wish?

"What are you waiting for, give her water," Logan snapped at the maid who stood there as if glued.

"Oh... I’m sorry, sir," the maid apologized hurriedly before turning to the jug of water she came in with. Pouring a glass, she passed it to the girl.

The girl accepted the water and like a starved beast, she gulped down the water without minding the drops that dropped on the mattress.

Stretching the glass to the maid, she gestured with her hand for the maid to refill the glass for her. After six successful large drinks, she returned the glass to the maid.

With her painful throat satisfied, her gaze landed on the figure before the bed. She had ignored him all this while when she focused on gulping down life before she passes out again.

"What...." she cleared her throat. After all glasses of water, her throat still felt uncomfortable, "What did you do to me?" the girl asked in a tight uncomfortable voice.

Logan eyed her.

This is what he was talking about. Her guts. She has a whole lot of guts and it was beautiful to watch.

"You passed out," Logan said like an all-genuine truth and the maid swiped a surprised glare at Logan, an action that did not bypass the girl’s sharp watch.

That’s a lie," she countered confidently. Whereas, the maid’s reaction already gave him out.

Logan’s eyes widened with surprise.

"Leave us," he ordered the maid. He can’t be insulted before his employees.

With all pleasure, the maid fled out of the room.

Logan’s eyes tightened intimidatingly with the sole purpose of scaring the girl to be less bold before him and for another surprise of the day, she held his glare.

"You passed out. And that’s all you have to believe. No more questions," he threatened the girl.

Blinking her black eyes in what seemed like submission, she obeyed his command as his whole demeanor was authoritative. With what happened in the bathroom that day, she realized something.

Alfred seemed scared and was also, obedient to this man before her and if someone as dangerous as Alfred is scared of this man, she needs to know who he was and what possible thing he has against Alfred that made the beast so submissive.

Who knows, she might get a hold of something one day and make that monster pay for everything he had done to her and her family.

Gritting her teeth, she stopped her tears from falling.

"Who are you?"

Logan squinted his gaze as if studying her. From his dig-out, this personality doesn’t belong to her unless she’s trying to pull up a strong aura - which he would be so entertained with.

"Let’s say," he sat on the bed and the girl shifted back in fear, almost ruining her mask, "Let’s say, I’m your saving grace,"

"How?" the girl asked boldly with confusion.

Logan chucked, "I have your life in my palm and you are still breathing. Tell me, what do you call that?" he asked with a fun expression as he watched the girl down to her soul and enjoyed her fear.

This was his best hobby. Inflecting fears and pain.

Nothing comes with more happiness than this hobby of his.

The girl said nothing and just stared at Logan.

"Before I forget, I’m Logan. Specifically, a hitman and a drug dealer," he introduced himself and his job to inflect more fear into her.

He does more deadly jobs than just these but it would be pleasing if she knows the rest later on. For now, he isn’t here for pleasantries.

"I’m Sarah-Jane," the girl introduced herself which surprised Logan because he thought he had left her speechless with his introduction.

"I’d clock 18 in the next six months," she continued her introduction fearlessly.

Logan focused on her. Getting almost lost in her bravery, he smiled manically. With just the right dose of torture and manipulation, she would be all of his with no thoughts of turning away.

Smiling, he said, "Nice to me_"

"Skip the small talk," she cut him off, and with obvious surprise, Logan parted his lips to shun her but that was impossible because she beat him to it.

"Tell me, what do you need from me? Why did you save me from Alfred?" she asked in a cold voice, too cold for her age in Logan’s perspective.

Logan blinked in surprise at her tune and direct question. Could it be that his men dig the wrong information out?

But on second thought, her name matched the information so, what’s up with her personality?

"I could kill you at this instant, you know that, right?"

Sarah don’t need to think much to know that he was irked with her tune so, with a nod, she acknowledged his stand in her life - well, for now.

"So, what do you want me to do?" she asked this time around, her voice was all soft and obedient.

Logan kept quiet for a while and after studying her body language, he got his reply from her without asking.

She’s a smart kid. She already knows the give-and-take system in this world.

"First, wash up and have breakfast. I’d get back to you when I most need you,"

Having more business to attend to, he stood up from the bed but before he would take a step, her voice halted his steps.

"So, what do I call you?" she asked.

With a devious smirk on his lips, "Logan," he replied.

The girl said nothing and just nodded her head. Hearing no more word from her, he proceeded to the door and left the room.

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