Next morning.
Roland anxiously awaited his daughter at the dining table, but an hour had passed, and Scarlett had not yet appeared. He called Logan and inquired, "Why hasn't Scarlett come down yet? Have you checked upstairs?"
"Sir, Young Madam is still sleeping. Last night, she only returned home at two in the morning," Logan replied.
"My daughter left the house in the middle of the night?" Roland was surprised, "Where did she go so late? Who was she with?" Worry was evident in his eyes.
"I drove her, and she went to—" Logan's voice slowly trailed off. He hesitated to reveal Scarlett's involvement with FOX, uncertain if Roland knew her affiliation with that organization.
"Don't attempt to deceive me, Logan!" Roland insisted on knowing the truth.
Logan had no choice but to reveal, "Sir, Young Madam met Mr. Rex. They discussed about Ms. Withers matters—"
