The Lawrence family mansion is located in the most luxurious and exclusive district of Santa Fe.
Its residents are some of the wealthiest businessmen in the city; ordinary people simply cannot enter.
The Lawrence Mansion is situated in the heart of this exclusive district, resembling a magnificent ancient castle from afar.
Logan, accompanied by an assistant, managed to enter this extravagant mansion.
The mansion is filled with groves, including several century-old trees.
These trees are meticulously pruned daily by gardeners, resulting in leafy and neat trees, with no discordant elements. The air here is incredibly pure; it is hard to imagine that such pure air can exist in this desolate place.
Logan, following the assistant, somewhat awkwardly smoothed down his cheap, wrinkled suit, trying to look as presentable as possible.
After all, compared to the Lawrence family mansion, his abandoned factory was practically a garbage dump!
Even the butler guiding him, dressed in a neat suit, looked more expensive than Logan's cheap suit.
"Mr. James, the young master Chris is waiting for you upstairs."
The butler led Logan to the palatial residence; the opulent house, even in its simplest decorations, was worth the annual salary of an average person!
The spiral staircase leading to the second floor had handrails plated in genuine gold, dazzling under the natural light.
The butler led Logan upstairs and gently knocked on a door. "Young master Chris, Mr. James has arrived."
Without waiting for a response, the butler turned around and went down the stairs, signaling Logan to open the door.
Logan opened the door and entered the office.
Although it was called an office, it was larger than a standard basketball court, with floor-to-ceiling windows on the well-lit side, offering a clear view of the blue sky and white clouds outside.
The office was meticulously decorated; the oil paintings on the walls were artistic treasures that could easily fetch tens of millions of dollars at auction, and the latest pieces in the display cases dated back to the First Industrial Revolution!
Chris, who was drinking tea on the leather sofa in the office, greeted Logan with a smile: "Logan, I'm glad you arrived on time." Logan nodded, but his expression immediately tensed up upon seeing the other person sitting on the sofa opposite Chris.
Chris quickly introduced him with a smile: "This is my guest today, Mr. Donald Pierce. By the way, he is a staunch fan of Wolverine; you might have a lot in common."
"As a child, I often heard stories of Wolverine and the X-Men; I'm passionate about superhero stories," Donald said with a smile, standing up and cordially extending his hand to Logan.
Logan looked at Donald, and scanned the office to make sure there wasn't a group of heavily armed men hidden there, before politely shaking his hand.
Compared to Donald's radiant face, Logan's expression was somewhat gloomy.
He did not expect Donald to go directly to see the Lawrence family, nor did he expect him to arrange a meeting between them!
Chris watched them shake hands, still with a smile on his face. "I suddenly remembered I have some matters to attend to, Logan. I hope you have a pleasant chat with Mr. Donald."
Having said that, Chris stood up and left the office.
Donald sat back down in his spot and cordially invited Logan to sit as well.
"I heard from Mr. Chris that you were an Uber driver?" Donald asked, toying with a teacup in front of him with his mechanical arm, while looking at Logan with narrowed eyes. "I am looking for a Mexican woman with a small girl. I wonder if you have ever driven them."
Logan knew he was referring to Laura and immediately shook his head decisively. "I have never seen her."
Donald was not surprised by Logan's answer and continued: "That Mexican woman's name is Gabriella."
Logan's expression remained impassive. "I have never heard of her."
Although he had written to Gabriella the night before, Logan knew that admitting it now would cause unnecessary problems.
Donald smiled and shook his head, picked up his teacup, and took a sip, but his eyes were still fixed on Logan.
Although Logan seemed very calm, Donald didn't believe him.
He understood that the only person Gabriella would contact upon arriving in Santa Fe would be Wolverine. After all, Laura possessed Wolverine's genes, and he was the only one who could help her.
However, Logan stubbornly refused to acknowledge her, leaving Donald with no other option. It was not the time to confront Logan directly, as they still needed him to lure Laura. Donald drank his tea in one gulp and stopped pressing the issue. He stood up and handed Logan a business card.
"It seems you've had too many customers and don't remember them right now. I hope you can try to recall them later. If you remember anything about the Mexican woman and the girl, feel free to call me anytime."
He added with a warm smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Logan, we won't make you work for free. That girl is very important to us. If you provide us with information about her, we will offer you a generous reward."
Logan took the card, glanced at it briefly, nodded, and put it in his pocket.
Donald smiled contentedly and turned to leave the office.
Logan watched Donald walk away, his face grim, as he sat on the sofa.
It seemed that the Lawrence family and Donald maintained, at least outwardly, a cooperative relationship, which was not good news for him.
"It seems you two had a good chat," Chris suddenly interrupted, smiling at Logan. "Why did you tell him I'm in Santa Fe? You should know he's a hunter for the mutant lab!" Logan glared at Chris, furious at the Lawrence family's betrayal.
Although he knew Donald would undoubtedly have someone find out his whereabouts, he did not expect the Lawrence family to betray him so easily!
"Mr. Donald works for Dr. Rice, one of the most important biologists in the United States," Chris continued, not directly answering Logan's question. "Maintaining a good relationship with him is very beneficial for the family."
"They are not good people. If something goes wrong, they will abandon you at any time."
Logan was not giving a friendly warning; he was concerned that the Lawrence family's close collaboration with Donald's group could harm him.
Furthermore, he remembered that Dr. Rice had participated in research on GMO foods for mutants.
This guy hates mutants. To be honest, if he had the chance, Logan would kill him without hesitation.
"You don't have to worry about that. As long as you work for Lawrence, no one will hurt you."
Chris, still smiling, turned and walked toward his desk, carefully picking up a porcelain bowl.
"Do you recognize it? Look how beautiful it is! It is an unparalleled work of art in human history. It is hard to imagine how the East, more than a thousand years ago, could create such a perfect treasure."
Chris examined the bowl, his eyes filled with fascination. "
Tang Sancai (Tang tri-color glazed pottery)." Logan glanced at the bowl. He didn't know much about antiques, but the characteristic white, green, and yellow tones of the bowl allowed him to identify its type; after all, he too had lived in China before his transmigration.
"Exactly." Chris carefully put down the bowl, praising it. "
The treasures left by that Eastern dynasty that called itself Tang are simply captivating."
"Get to the point." Logan did not want to continue talking about antiques; he didn't think Chris was merely showing off his collection.
Chris let out a soft chuckle. "Do you remember the gang of thieves you and Samuel stumbled upon in Nevada last time? The ones you defeated alone."
Logan did not answer, simply waiting for Chris to continue. Chris's smile faded, replaced by a grave voice.
"They are not mere gang members; they are from the Juarez family. Perhaps you don't know, but the Juarez family and our family, the Lawrence family, have always been bitter enemies. At least since my great-grandfather's generation, we have been facing each other, ever since revolvers were common."
"Do you want me to wipe out the Juarez family?" Logan asked severely.
"You overestimate me."
He did not have the strength to confront such a powerful family head-on.
"No, no, no," Chris shook his head repeatedly. "Most of the Juarez family's business focuses on smuggling. I recently learned that they have a shipment of ancient pottery that they plan to smuggle into the port of New York: a truly coveted fortune."
"You want me to intercept it?"
Logan immediately understood, grasping Chris's intention in arranging this meeting with Donald.
He wanted to tell him that if he did not agree, Donald would take action against him at any moment.
"It's always a pleasure to chat with smart people," Chris smiled, looking at Logan and contemplating the porcelain bowl.
"Look how beautiful it is. There are countless equally beautiful treasures in that shipment." Logan did not respond, merely looking at the bowl. He realized that Chris's affection for the bowl seemed purely pretentious; he hadn't even noticed it was crooked.
Logan reached out to straighten it. However, before he could, Chris slapped his hand away with disgust.
"Don't touch it! Négligeable!" Logan's face darkened, but he quickly regained his composure, withdrawing his hand and saying quietly: "I'm sorry."
Chris wasted no more words, staring intently at the bowl, and said sternly: "Go back and pack. You leave tonight. This is serious; I don't want any accidents!"
Logan nodded, turned around, and left the office. As the door closed, his expression instantly turned icy.
Chris probably didn't know that Logan, being Canadian, knew some French words.
But Logan knew that the word he had just used meant "contemptible" or "despicable" in French!