Chapter 332 The Whistler

• Logan
• The air in the room was thick with tension as I strode in, my gaze fixated on the man I had trusted the most—James, my chief bodyguard and the one person who I put in charge of keeping an eye on Ella all those weeks ago when I found out about the men who harassed her in the park.
• There were moments in life where words weren’t required to convey the depth of one’s anger, and this was one of those moments. My face, I knew, was an open book of seething fury.