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Logan’s expression darkened when he saw me bleeding.

He glanced at Porter–who was still itching for a fight–before subtly signaling to the man beside him.

At the next moment, all I saw was a burly shadow darting from Logan’s side and landing a couple of quick slaps on Porter before delivering a powerful kick at him

Porter had been in the crowd earlier, shouting that he would make me pay. But now, he’d been instantly put in his place after those hits.

He scrambled to his feet and was about to charge at me again until he saw the man standing before him. His face went pale, and his lips trembled. “M–Mr. Wood?”

Logan stared at him. “Did you hit her?”

Porter held his face and looked aggrieved. “That crazy woman hit me first! Look, just look… He leaned forward and tried to show Logan his injuries.

Logan looked away in disgust. Meanwhile, the burly man from earlier intently glared at the crowd before him.

Intimidated, the group of dandies remained silent in the man’s presence. Each of them turned mute once they caught sight of Logan too.

Soon, the manager of the restaurant and the security guards rushed over.

The manager paled at the sight of Logan. “M–Mr. Wood, this must be a misunderstanding. Please come inside to rest and clean up the blood.”

The manager looked at me in concern. “Ms. York, you’re bleeding! Please come in and let us take care of that. You’ve lost quite a bit of blood.”

Logan stared at Porter and his group before he said to the manager in a low voice, “Don’t let any of them leave.”

With that, we were flanked by several fawning managers as Logan led me back into the restaurant.

I wiped my face with the hot towel handed to me by one of the waiters in the lounge.

“Let me see,” Logan took over the towel and wiped my hands.

There were a few scratches on my arms from the scuffle, but my face was relatively unscathed. The blood from earlier was merely a nosebleed caused by the hit.

Logan then carefully checked my limbs. He leaned in close enough that I could feel his breath brushing against the back of my hand.

It sent a shiver through me, and I awkwardly pulled my hand back. “I’m fine.”

Logan glanced at me and adjusted his glasses. “Whether you’re fine or not Isn’t for you to decide.”

I glanced at the row of people standing outside the lounge. They looked defeated, and I couldn’t help but feel satisfied.

Logan seemed to have read my thoughts and said, “Feeling proud of yourself, hmm?”

I pretended not to hear him.

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In contrast, Teri chimed in beside him and chattered away, “Logan, they were the ones who started it with their nasty comments first. Ari is usually timid and gentle. There’s no way she would’ve hit them first if they hadn’t been so nasty.”

Logan shot me a look and adjusted his glasses. “Gentle, huh?”

Teri suddenly found herself at a loss for words, especially since she had also been shocked by my outburst earlier.

We had been friends since childhood. We had gotten into many troubles and pulled pranks together, but she had never seen me take on a whole group like I did earlier. I had single handedly made those dandies flee in terror.

Logan took my slender hand and asked, “Does it hurt?

I nodded. “A little.”

My hand was red and swollen all the slapping I did. However, I was sure those jerks were hurting a lot more.

Logan then placed some ice on my hand and slowly said, “Don’t be so impulsive next time…”

I casually hummed in response to assure him.

Then, Logan said, “Just remember to grab something before you hit someone. You wouldn’t want to hurt. your hand, would you?”

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Suddenly, a commotion seemed to have broken out outside the lounge as we were talking.

I frowned and looked over to see what was happening

Sure enough, I saw Elijah storming in with a darkened expression.

Porter hurried over to him and chattered away as he pointed at his face and injured arms. The others also seemed to have found their savior and flocked around him to complain about what had happened.

Teri and I exchanged glances before she cursed, “What rotten luck!”