Chapter 363 Salons Having gidmares
“Besides, there’s something strange going on with all of this. It seems you’re the only one who hasn’t
received any dreams from Denny.
Suddenly, the door opened, interrupting their conversation.
In walked Peter Scott, leaning on a cane, his dark eyes scanning the room until they settled on Logan.
“I didn’t realize you were here, Logan,” Peter said with a gentle smile.
Logan always found it awkward to converse with the older generation, especially Peter Scott, who had a close relationship with the Winston family. There was something about Peter that unnerved him.
Peter had the maid bring in some tea, then let out a long sigh as he regarded Logan.
“Logan, Mason mentioned that you were supposed to join them yesterday. He said the two of you had chosen that spot together because it was less traveled and had plenty of twists, perfect for thrilling drives.
Logan, holding a teacup, felt uneasy. “Yes, I was the one who initiated-”
“But why did you back out at the last minute?” Peter interjected.
Logan ran his fingers along the teacup. “I got stuck in a traffic jam yesterday. And my grandfather scolded me again, so I was frustrated and decided to head home to sleep.”
“Logan, you and Mason have been friends for a long time. Whenever you got scolded by your grandfather, you’d always go street racing with Mason,” Peter said.
Rubbing his temples, he added, “Mason mentioned you were acting strangely yesterday.”
