Logan Harrington couldn't help but burst into laughter at Damien Sterling's stern expression. "Mr. Sterling, since when have you become so old-fashioned? What could possibly be inferred from this photo? It's not like it's a bedroom shot."
Damien felt a sense of déjà vu hearing this logic, reminiscent of Emma Hart's words from the day before.
Damien picked up a photo again, scrutinizing it closely—their shoulders were clearly touching.
Logan pondered for a moment, then, with a sigh of admiration, picked up the photo.
"Emma Hart really has quite the talent, attracting both of the city's most eligible bachelors. This time, it seems your competition is quite evenly matched," he said half-jokingly, raising his head and holding the photo.
Damien's gaze fell on Oliver Westmore's face, and he let out a scoff. "Competition?" That would only be the case if he considered him a worthy opponent.
