If Rex were here, he would have recognized the young man in an instant. Logan Whitmore. He was the same student he had knocked unconscious with a single punch in the university cafeteria—a moment that would spiral into one of the biggest scandals the campus had ever seen.
Yes, this was that, Logan Whitmore. The heir of the Whitmore empire. And the self-proclaimed arch-nemesis of Rex.
And the man beside him was none other than his father, Leonard Whitmore — the current head of the Whitmore family.
Leonard didn't turn around, his gaze still focused beyond the glass pane at the estate's fountain. "So," he said, his voice smooth, calm, but filled with the weight of authority. "Why are you here?"
His tone wasn't unkind, but it wasn't welcoming either. It was the voice of a man who already knew the answer but was testing whether the other had the courage to say it aloud.
