182 The Wife Selection Banquet

James Taylor sent the address of the banquet to Logan Morgan.

Logan was not yet familiar with the roads in New York City. It took him a long time to reach the place.

It was a private estate at the foot of a mountain. The architecture was grand. The front yard fountain was as large as a football field. Servants were everywhere, moving about with professional courtesy.

Logan could even see a private golf course in the distance.

Emily had lived in New York for over twenty years and had no idea there was such an upscale private estate here. What she couldn't believe even more was that Mr. Satan, accustomed to living in such luxurious mansions, could still stand with her in her shabby, dirty little house without even blinking.

"Emily, hurry up. Logan is already ahead," Grace reminded her.