Chapter 7 Living Spring Palace

"Lena, how dare you speak to me like that?" Logan's anger flared.

"Then what would you like me to say?"

A cold, mocking smile curved Lena's lips, though her eyes remained icy.

Logan felt something lodge in his chest, suffocating him.

He stared at her composed face, at the calm resolve in her eyes, and suddenly realized—Lena was serious. She truly wanted to leave him.

"Lena."

Logan's voice softened immediately as he reached for her.

Lena stepped back, dodging his touch with precision. "I'm tired. I need to rest."

She closed the door and returned to bed, pulling the covers around herself.

Logan stood alone outside for a long time, feeling hollow inside, unable to articulate what was wrong.

Eventually, he looked up at the closed door. "Tomorrow I'll have the wedding photo reprinted and have the staff hang it back up."

He knew she'd heard him, but she didn't respond.

The next morning, Lena went to Garcia Corporation—not to see Logan, but to resign.

She went straight to HR and handed over her resignation letter, which she'd prepared in advance.

The HR manager was shocked. "Ms. Mitchell, you're resigning? What's going on?"

"That's right. I'm resigning."

Lena nodded.

He looked even more surprised. "Are you unwell? Has something happened?"

"No, I'm just tired. I need a break."

It was a perfectly reasonable explanation, and the HR manager couldn't press further.

Besides, Logan had said long ago that any request Lena made, any personnel changes involving her, could be approved immediately without question.

"Alright, Ms. Mitchell. I'll process the paperwork right away."

The manager pulled out the relevant documents and quickly handled everything.

However, he added a reminder: "Ms. Mitchell, you've been with the company since the beginning. The resignation process won't be finalized immediately—it'll take a few days."

"I understand."

Lena smiled faintly. "Just follow the standard procedure."

With that, she left the office.

Looking at the familiar surroundings and the colleagues passing by, Lena felt a surge of emotion.

Many of these people were ones she'd personally trained. They'd had good relationships, but she knew it would all end here.

Once she left Garcia Corporation, their connections would gradually fade, as if they'd never existed.

Perhaps one day they'd pass each other on the street without even saying hello.

"Oh, Ms. Mitchell, your laptop is with Mr. Garcia."

The HR manager hurried after her. "Mr. Garcia needed it a couple days ago and had someone retrieve it. He said to let you know when you came in."

"Alright, thank you." Lena nodded, feeling irritated.

She'd come to resign quietly, without Logan knowing.

But the laptop contained too much important information. She had no choice but to retrieve it.

Lena took the elevator to the top floor. Logan's office was at the end of the corridor.

The entire floor was Logan's executive suite, extremely quiet.

The secretary's desk was empty—she must have stepped out.

Lena walked to the office door and found it slightly ajar. The sounds coming from inside made her pupils contract in shock.

A woman's suppressed moans. A man's unrestrained breathing.

Lena's hand was already on the door handle. Though she hadn't seen anything yet, she knew exactly what was happening inside.

After only a second's hesitation, she pushed the door open.

The scene inside came into view—Logan's and a woman's clothes scattered across the floor.

The woman was Sylvia. The two of them were on the couch.

From Lena's angle, she could clearly see the flush on Sylvia's face. She was enjoying herself, eyes half-closed.

A few seconds later, Sylvia's gaze slowly focused.

When she saw Lena enter, Sylvia froze mid-motion, her entire body going rigid. The air seemed to solidify.

"Ah!"

Sylvia was the first to react. She screamed, scrambled off the couch, and frantically grabbed her clothes to put them on.

"How did you get in here?" Her voice was shrill and sharp. In her anger, she dropped her usual pitiful act entirely.

"Lena, do you have any manners? Don't you know to knock before entering an office? What if we were doing something and you walked in on us?"

"Well, you were doing something, and I did walk in on you," Lena said, leaning against the doorframe, her expression blank as she observed the scene.

How ridiculous. They couldn't even wait—they had to have sex right here in the office? Could anything be more shameless?

"Don't let me interrupt."

Lena's gaze swept across the office desk. She didn't even glance at Logan. "I'm just here for my laptop. I hope my presence doesn't kill the mood."

"You're outrageous!"

Sylvia had finished dressing and strode toward Lena, deliberately blocking her view to give Logan time to get dressed.

"How dare you not knock?" Her voice was loud, as if trying to cover her guilt.

"I know you did this on purpose. You wanted to humiliate us, didn't you?"

"You're so vicious! You're absolutely shameless!"

Lena ignored her, picked up her laptop, and checked to make sure everything was intact before finally looking at Sylvia.

Logan had finished dressing and walked over in a panic.

He wanted to say something, but since Lena had caught them red-handed, no explanation would help.

What could he possibly say? That he'd invited Sylvia to discuss work? Did work discussions require being naked?

Lena smiled indifferently. "Ms. Blair, I need to correct a few conceptual errors for you."

"First, the door wasn't closed. That's your mistake, not mine."

"Second, you accuse me of deliberately coming to humiliate you, but if you two hadn't been doing this in the office, I wouldn't have had the chance to see anything embarrassing, even if I'd wanted to."

Finally, she paused, a mocking smile curving her lips. "If you dare to do it, why are you afraid of being seen?"

"You—!"

Sylvia choked with rage, instinctively wanting to hurl more insults.

Then she suddenly remembered Logan was standing right there. She immediately switched to her pitiful victim mode, tears welling in her eyes.

"Logan, look at her."

She stamped her foot in frustration. "I never imagined Lena had such twisted tastes—enjoying watching us do things like that."

"Logan, if you don't do something about her, what will she become?"

"What if she goes out and tells everyone? How will we ever face people again?"

"I don't care. I just got here. People don't even know me yet. I can't have my reputation ruined."

Lena found these words laughable.

The office door hadn't been closed. Even if she hadn't come for her laptop, wouldn't someone else have seen?

And if someone else had walked in, they certainly wouldn't have announced themselves—they'd have quietly backed away without disturbing Logan and Sylvia.