Aera blushed slightly, lowering her gaze. "I just... I want to believe in the good in people."
Logan reached out, gently lifting her chin so she had to look at him again. "And what about the bad, Aera? Can you handle that?"
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Logan Lee stood at the apex of power in Korea, a young man whose presence commanded both fear and respect.
As the heir to the venerable Hansan Lee clan, Logan had inherited not just immense wealth, but an empire built on a foundation of both legitimate and illicit endeavors.
His family's name was synonymous with nobility and influence, their reach extending into every corner of society.
At just thirty, Logan had already solidified his reputation as a formidable leader, the mastermind behind country's most notorious crime syndicate.
His operations were vast and varied, with a network of casinos that thrived under his meticulous oversight.
These establishments, while glittering with opulence and attracting the elite, also served as the nerve centers for his syndicate's more covert activities.
Despite his entanglement in the underworld, Logan maintained a public persona of philanthropy and charm. His charitable efforts were renowned, his donations to hospitals, schools, and shelters painting him as a benevolent figure.
This duality in his character-a ruthless kingpin and a generous benefactor-only added to his mystique, making him a man both admired and feared.
Logan's influence was such that even the government treaded carefully around him. Politicians and law enforcement officers found themselves either on his payroll or wary of his retribution.
His ability to maneuver through the labyrinth of power dynamics was unparalleled, ensuring that his operations remained unchallenged and his authority unquestioned.
In the corridors of power and the shadowy alleys of the criminal underworld, Logan Lee was a name that resonated with a blend of reverence and trepidation.
He was the embodiment of a new era of crime lords-one who wielded his power with an iron fist, cloaked in the guise of a generous and upstanding citizen.
...
Logan leaned back in the chair, a casual smirk playing on his lips as he picked up a piece of sushi from the plate before him. The dim light of the interrogation room cast shadows across his rugged features, accentuating the intensity in his eyes.
"Funny how life works, isn't it?" he said, chewing slowly, savoring the flavors. "One moment you're riding high, and the next, you're sitting across from me, wondering how it all fell apart."
The man on the other side of the table shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the door as if contemplating an escape.
Logan leaned forward, his demeanor shifting slightly, the playful edge giving way to something sharper.
