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“It’s for the greater good,” said Isabelle, which had some truth to it.
Logan sat down before turning to face John. “Have a seat and some water. You performed well too.”
Failing to stifle a laugh, John commented, “You did well too, seeing that the journalists were so scared of you that
they didn’t dare to ask you a single question.”
Upon hearing John’s comment, Logan leaned against his seat while crossing his legs. “I hate people like them, as all
they could do was pick at us. Their reports were what stirred the pot when there really wasn’t much to see. They
just want everyone to be miserable.”
After brooding on it, Sophia asked, “Are we going to wait here until the banquet is finished?”
“That won’t be necessary. I saw the doors leading to the dance floor opened, and there were already some people
there,” explained John.
Dance floor? Sophia figured she should skip it altogether since she didn’t know how to dance. Back then, Matilda
had Sophia learn some dance moves with the reasoning that Sophia might need to know about it in case she
needed to accompany John on some occasions. However, Matilda was also dissatisfied with Sophia’s slow progress
and inelegant posture, which only seemed to irk Matilda, so Sophia ceased the effort altogether.
Upon recalling what happened in the past, Sophia wore a smile when she realized Matilda might have been simply
trying to make things difficult for her by having her attend all sorts of classes, only to cancel them later on.
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Despite a lack of interest on Sophia’s part, Logan was, on the contrary, quite the eager learner. There was a dance
floor in his clubhouse, where he would sometimes enjoy himself without a care in his skills; he simply danced as he
pleased. When he heard what John said, his eyes widened. “Let’s go! I want to dance!”
Sophia didn’t believe in a word he said. Although Logan wasn’t wearing his golden chain on this day, she could
imagine the chain flinging around in the air while he danced. He was, afterall, a man of action, so he stood upon
saying so while holding onto Sophia’s hand. “Come on. I will let you witness my skills as the dancing king!”
Sophia burst into laughter. “Are you even serious?”
John followed suit while saying, “I am also curious if he lives up to his title.”
After glancing between Sophia and Logan, Isabelle for once, decided to say something. “I would like to see that for
myself too.”
Sophia was pressured into tagging along since even Isabelle decided to go, so she stood while announcing, “You’d
better listen properly here. I can’t dance, so I’ll only go with you to watch.”
There was a cheerful glint in Isabelle’s eyes while she smiled.
The doors to the hall were indeed opened, but there weren’t a lot of people in it. Music was being played on the
floors, but everybody was watching from the sidelines rather than going forward to dance. There was a row of
chairs by the dance floor, as well as a small table full of fruits and drinks.
After listening to the music, Logan deemed it unfit for his upcoming performance, so he told Sophia and the rest,
“Wait here while I go change the music.”
Sophia chuckled before mocking him, “Don’t you turn this place into a clubhouse, or else Madam Blackwell will be
coming after you.”
However, Logan had no qualms in doing so. “Just wait here.” Then, he left in the opposite direction.
Sophia was resigned to sitting down beside John and Isabelle on the row of chairs, with John in the middle, while
Sophia and Isabelle sat on both sides of him. Seemingly having recalled something, Isabelle moved closer to
whisper into John’s ear. At the same time, he listened intently while leaning toward her.
After glancing their way once, Sophia paid no more attention to them, as she was more curious about Logan’s
choice of music with how peculiar his taste was. The music on the dance floor changed after a while.
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