Logan, who was now standing alone, darted his eyes around in fear as the flashes of the camera flashed his face.
His chest rose and fell in rage, and he glanced around to realize that both Rose and his father had already left.
He quickly threw the microphone away and began to hurry outside, but before he could leave, something heavy hit his head, causing a painful shriek to flee his mouth.
He turned around, and his eyes fell on Jamare, who was looking at him with anger in his eyes.
"What was that for?!" He questioned, his gaze drawn to the microphone that Jamare had thrown at his head.
"You better be ready to compensate me for this, or else you will meet me in court!" Jamare glared at him and stormed past him.
Logan rubbed his rubbed his head in pain, and knowing he had to leave right away, he dashed off.
The instant he stepped out of the huge building, crowds of reporters swamped him.
