Before Logan could retort, an explosion shook the far wing of the mansion. The walls trembled, and a few glasses shattered from the sheer force of the blast.
Logan's expression darkened as he glared at Shantel.
But Shantel merely took a slow step forward, "Rings a bell, right? Let me do a quick recap. Two weeks ago— an explosion. Smokes and screams."
She crossed her arms and continued in a smooth but lethal voice,
"But it's quite unfortunate that in this case, I can't guarantee what might follow or the degree of damage and loss you'll be counting at the end of the day, Mr Whitmore. So, are you sure you're ready for this?"
Without a word, Logan pressed a finger to the AirPod in his ear. "Speak!" he barked.
"Do that immediately," Logan ordered.