“Miss Forrester, Mr. Saber,” Morgan said in a polite voice, guiding Hilary into an office of great luxury and splendor. A very large horsehair-colored wooden table occupies a large area of the entire room. Hilary did not have much time to admire the opulence and splendor of the office because a tall, broad-shouldered man was standing on the other side of the table. In fact, even though it wasn’t intentional, Hilary still couldn’t help but admit that Logan Saber was a tall man. She was of the tall type herself, and yet when she stood with the Logan saber, to meet the eyes of this tall, handsome and attractive man, Hilary had to look up. And yet, on her brother, she didn’t see a trace of the “loose” muscles of the non-athlete or the “surplus” flesh of the overly successful person who likes to play.
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