His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

73 He Is Arthur Logan

I hate waking up in a strange place every time I'm knocked out. I hate being in a coma when my mind goes blank. This time I didn't dream. I thought I was in a coma for a short time. But when I opened my eyes and saw the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, I felt very happy.

I'm back. I'm pretty sure this is America. I can smell the familiar smell in the air. It's the smell of home.

The room looks like a presidential suite of a hotel, with three full-length windows. I can see most of the city at a glance from any window. I looked out the window at the towering buildings, cars shuttling back and forth on the road. The people walking downstairs are as small as ants. The sunlight tinted the glass windows. I put my hand on the glass window and felt the warmth of the sun. It lifted the gloom that had enveloped me on Puddin' island.

I'm back. I'm back in Manhattan.

But I seem to be a prisoner again. I found myself alone in a huge room. There's only one person who can keep me here, and no one can do it but Daley.

I found the door and tried to open it. It wasn't locked. I was surprised that it wasn't his style. How could Daley be so careless? But what the hell? I peeked through the crack of the door. There was no guard outside the door.

Should I run away now? I thought I'd try to get in touch with Liv first. No, I should call Frade first.

I was standing in the hallway and I saw a group of people coming out of an elevator not far away. They were dressed in black suits, their faces grim. They seem to be the same people I met at Daley's house on Pudding Island.

The group went one by one to the other room at the end. I ducked behind the door. I found out by accident that the last person in line was Mark.

"Mark!" I called out to him, and he looked back at me.

When he saw me, he was frozen in place. Then a man in black beside him touched him on the shoulder, and he came to his senses immediately. Mark whispered something to the man next to him, and then he walked slowly towards me. I thought he would come, but he turned into the emergency staircase halfway.

I must talk to him, so I pushed the door open and walked quickly in the direction of his disappearance. A soft cough came from above the stairs in the emergency corridor. So I hurried up the stairs to the roof.

There was no one on the huge roof, but I saw Mark had just come there. Am I mistaken?

"You're not dead." Mark emerged from the corner and closed the door behind him.

"What a surprise to see you here," I said excitedly. "Where's Frade?"

"My boss?" Mark stared at me with hatred. "You have no right to talk about him!"

"What happened?" I wondered. "I don't know what you mean."

"You really don't know anything?" Mark said coldly. "Don't play dumb with me."

"Don't beat around the bush. Please tell me where Frade is," I said anxiously. "I need to get in touch with him now."

Mark looked at me for a while, and when he realized I wasn't lying, he said, "F.uck! You really don't know anything."

"Tell me, what's the matter with Frade?" I urged.

"My boss is in the hospital in a coma," Mark said sadly. "The doctor says he may never wake up."

"Why?" My heart broke when I heard the news. What exactly happened during my time away from Manhattan?

"My boss is going crazy because he can't find you. So he used all his contacts to look for you. He looked all over America and couldn't find you. He found your husband and asked him about your location. The answer he got was that you were dead. He didn't like the answer, but your husband kept provoking him, so he took revenge on the Moore family. He carried out several bloody attacks on the Moors in secret. Of course, the Moore family did not show any weakness. They secretly planted a mole in our company. The b.astard ambushed my boss while he was out. He is in a coma and I've lost my ear," Mark says, turning to show me his half-cut ear.

"I'm so sorry." Tears filled my eyes, and I felt very sad.

"My boss lost more than I lost my ear," Mark said with difficulty. "The Logan family decided to disqualify him as CEO because he was in a coma, and I'm here for the new CEO meeting."

A sense of foreboding came over me and I thought of the conversation between Daley and Robert. I'm sure I heard the name Logan.

"Who's the new CEO?" My lips quivered as I spoke.

Mark looked at me, just as he was about to speak. The door opened with a soft sound. I saw a silvery light cast from behind the door.

It's Daley. He's coming out the back of the door. He was followed by two bodyguards dressed in black. He looked at me with Mark, and he immediately got upset.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the conference room?" Daley said, apparently to Mark.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave now." Mark ducked his head and hurried past him.

"Leave us alone," Daley told his bodyguard.

After the two bodyguards left, Daley came up to me. He tried to touch my cheek but I refused. I took two steps back to keep him at arm's length. He was a stranger to me at that moment.

"I think I owe you an answer," he said, the sun shining on his silver mask.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, staring at him.

"I'm from the Logan family, and years ago my brother and I got into an argument about something. He's the one who broke my face, and then he brutally drove me to Pudding Island to die. Fortunately, God had mercy on me and let me live. You have no idea what life was like for me in my first years in exile on the island. Sometimes, even a stray dog has a better life than me. At least he always finds the bones. And I had to fight with animals in the forest for food. Until one day, my family came to me, and they wanted me to come back and take over the family. My stupid brother is dying because he was badly hurt. I think it's all part of God's plan. God gave me the opportunity to come back to my family after I met you."

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smug smile, "My real name is Arthur Logan and Frade Logan is my brother, but I prefer Daley because it reminds me of what happened on Pudding."