Riley smiled gently. "Logan, Selina. We meet again."
Logan didn't spare her a glance. Selina said nothing either. Riley didn't seem to mind, remaining poised and soft-spoken at Grandma Perry's side.
Grandma Perry, already briefed on the situation, cast a sharp look at Grandpa Perry and sneered. "Hmph. Looks like your illegitimate sons aren't much use either. Perry Group has been bleeding money for years, and now they're plagiarizing? And not only that—Logan has to clean up the mess."
Grandpa Perry couldn't swallow the insult. "What are you so smug about? That handbag line was supposed to go to Amelia. With things like this, how can we give it to her now? If Logan has a way to fix it, why shouldn't he help?"
Grandma Perry's tone turned mocking. "Oh, you sure care about what's 'meant for Amelia.'"
"It's only right!" Grandpa Perry said indignantly. "She's your daughter too—you should help her—"
"Shut up!" Grandma Perry snapped, her gaze sharp as a blade.
