Chapter 1296

Oliver crossed his arms. “Shouldn't I be asking you that? What were you doing sticking your nose in there?"

Finley grinned. "Come on, Oliver, you're already married. I'm still single. If I don't hustle a little, I'll be alone forever."

Oliver shot him a look. "Less talk, more facts. What's the situation inside?"

Finley sighed, realizing there was no getting out of it. "Bomb's been disarmed. There's some kind of virus-Livia called Percy over to check if it's the real deal. And get this: we found two huge crates buried in the yard."

Oliver's eyebrows shot up. "Buried? Two crates?"

Finley shrugged. “I know, right? I'm dying to know what's in them. Who buries stuff like that? Some drifter turns the place upside down-there's gotta be something big going on."

He leaned in, dropping his voice. "Should we tell Darren?"

Oliver shook his head. He hadn't let Darren and his people come over-didn't want them getting caught in a blast, just in case. "Yeah, tell him. But we need to haul those crates back to the lab. If there's a virus inside, opening them here would be a nightmare."

Finley nodded, looking relieved.

Right then, Percy arrived with Logan trailing behind. This time, Oliver felt something different about Logan-a certain sharpness, a colder edge to his expression.

Percy glanced at his companion. “Logan, just wait out here, okay? Don't go inside. I'll check things out first."

Logan just nodded, and Percy, reassured, headed in.

Honestly, Percy hadn't planned to bring Logan, but the guy wouldn't take no for an answer-kept saying maybe he could help. They didn't have time to argue, so Percy gave in, just hoping Logan wouldn't cause trouble.

Oliver's phone buzzed-a video call from Josefina.

Josefina: “So? What's happening? Bomb's taken care of and now you've got a

virus? Want me to come over? You know I'm the expert here."

Oliver smiled. "My amazing wife, Percy's already here. You just stay home and take it easy, alright?"

Josefina: "..."

She was the expert! How could they do this without her?

Josefina rubbed her forehead, frustrated. "Oliver, this is killing me."

Pregnancy wasn't nearly as fun as everyone made it sound. She

helpless, stuck at home, una elet

do anything useful.

Oliver moved away from the crowd lowering his voice-a deep, gentle rumble. Be good, okay? til come

later and give you a foot rub.

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He wasn't loud, but Logan still caught every word.

Logan watched Oliver's back. The man everyone called cold and

ruthless was now sweetly coal

his wife. He looked nothing like the infamous “grim reaper" right now.

Just then, Harry and another guy hauled out the two big crates.

Harry: "Mr. Oliver, where do you want these? Should we give them to Darren?"

Josefina: "!!"

"Show me! I want to see! Hurry!" Josefina's heart pounded-this was better than a treasure hunt.

Oliver turned the camera, showing her the two massive brown crates.

Oliver: "Take them to Percy's lab. Josie wants first look-let's make sure she gets it tomorrow."

Josefina: "Oliver, you're the best."

Logan immediately objected. "No. What if there's danger? What about my mentor's safety?"

Josefina: ???

"Logan, why are you there too?!"

Logan sounded earnest. "Mentor, I was worried about you. I thought you'd be here."

That was why he'd pestered Percy to bring him. He just wanted to make sure Josefina was okay.

Logan: "If you want to see what's inside, let me open the crates for you."

As he spoke, Logan reached for one of the crates, ready to crack it open.