Logan Sullivan then smiled: "It's not exactly a trick, but there were some clues. I had just entered the Hangar Tribe cave, and right after that, your little messenger puppet arrived. Earlier, when I was on the mountain, I mentioned the lamp-bearing underworld envoy, but I didn't say what he did. Yet you immediately blurted out that he 'ferried a hundred souls,' which really made me think of that underworld envoy bowing twice to the front of the car before leaving. When I got back to the cabin and asked Holly Harlow where you were, her expression was blank for a moment, as if she only 'remembered' someone like you existed when you showed up. I figured you must be faster than me, probably took that time to go 'over there.' And also..."

And also the look in those eyes watching him in the mountain cabin—although that was the initial reason he started to suspect William Sherman, it was clearly not the right thing to say in front of the "Soulwarden" right now. Logan Sullivan paused and swallowed the words back down.

"And then there was your sudden stop in breathing and heartbeat. Out of curiosity, I checked your origins in the Book of Life and Death. It told me that 'William Sherman' is a soulless person from an unspeakable place." Logan Sullivan's fingers tapped lightly on his knee. "So, actually, you've left quite a few clues."

Soulwarden remained silent, probably not knowing what to say at all.

In fact, Logan Sullivan also felt rather awkward. He suddenly regretted blurting it all out so bluntly. Whenever he thought about the goodwill he used to have when he was around "William Sherman," he just wanted to lie down and lose his memory.

Logan Sullivan pressed his temples, feeling like his IQ had crashed tonight—everything he did was stupid.

The two of them sat in silence for quite a while before Logan Sullivan decided to bravely face his embarrassing past. He cleared his throat: "I never thought before that Mr. Sherman was actually... ahem, if I acted out of line or made a fool of myself, please don't take it to heart."

William Sherman silently shook his head.

The doubts in Logan Sullivan's heart hadn't lessened at all—in fact, there were even more now. But when he saw that somewhat lost and helpless look on William Sherman's face, he suddenly couldn't bring himself to ask anything.

So he went out to rinse a cup, then lay down fully clothed on the small wire bed in the hospital room meant for family members. The single bed was narrow and short, so Logan Sullivan could only curl up a bit, looking rather aggrieved.

Even lying there all aggrieved, he didn't forget to remind, "It's late, get some rest. If you need anything, just call me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Logan Sullivan remembered that the other person wasn't really a "patient" at all, and realized that everything he said tonight was wrong.

Logan Sullivan had never, until now, so deeply and clearly realized the tragic fact that "he was an idiot." So he decisively decided to shut up, turned on his side, and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep.

But that night, probably neither of them could really sleep.

In the days that followed, Holly Harlow was the first to keenly notice that their Director Sullivan had "calmed down."

Specifically, he no longer went out carousing with that fat guy Brother Langston, no longer talked nonsense all the time, and didn't flirt idly with Professor Sherman anymore!

Even when they applied for public funds to visit the local night market, Director Sullivan just waved his hand and approved it—no scolding, and no intention of joining in the fun.

During William Sherman's "follow-up examination," Logan Sullivan spent every day with a small tablet, curled up on the little single bed in the hospital room, surfing the internet or reading all sorts of odd materials... The only unusual thing was that Holly Harlow overheard Logan Sullivan secretly telling Charles Gray to fetch the luggage he left at the hotel and bring over some clean clothes.

Taking all these signs together, Holly Harlow looked at Logan Sullivan with a meaningful gaze, suspecting that he had done something to William Sherman after drinking.

Was it so intense that it landed someone in the hospital for emergency treatment in the middle of the night?

Still, Holly Harlow was a bit puzzled. First, Logan Sullivan could really hold his liquor, and it was actually William Sherman who got drunk that night. From what she knew of Logan Sullivan, at most he was just "a little tipsy"—definitely not out of his mind. Second, Logan Sullivan always had a good reputation in relationships. Everyone who'd been with him admitted he was generous and never fickle, always parting on good terms with exes. She'd never heard of him having any bad habits, let alone forcing anyone.

So was it that Professor Sherman's charm was so great that their Director Sullivan fell head over heels, to the point of a melodramatic, over-the-top love affair?

Holly Harlow racked her brains but couldn't figure it out, sourly thinking, is that guy Sherman really that great?

That night, Logan Sullivan vaguely mentioned that William Sherman needed to "cooperate" with the hospital. No one knew how William Sherman cooperated, but after two days, the diagnosis came out: his heart paralysis was caused by an alcohol allergy.

When Brother Langston sent them to the airport and heard the story, he immediately stomped his feet and pounded his chest, grabbing William Sherman's hand: "Brother, if your old pal had known you couldn't drink, I would never have let you touch a drop!"

Whenever Logan Sullivan heard that fat guy call himself someone's old pal, he couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

Brother Langston kept glancing at Logan Sullivan's expression as he spoke to William Sherman, and when he saw his face looking a bit green, he immediately let go of William Sherman: "Next time we get together, Brother Langston owes you an apology. I'll treat you to Tieguanyin tea, and right in front of you, I'll down a whole kilo by myself, no problem. How about that?"

William Sherman didn't understand why him "drinking a kilo by himself" counted as an apology, so he just nodded politely.

Logan Sullivan reached out to pick up both their suitcases and reminded, "Time for security check."

William Sherman quickly said, "I can carry my own."

Logan Sullivan stepped aside and, without a word, carried the luggage in for him.

Witnessing all this, the "troublemaker squad" of the Special Investigation Bureau, led by Julian West, all coughed suggestively. They had no idea about the river of unspoken feelings in their leader's heart, and, eager to stir up trouble, they exchanged winks and started teasing Logan Sullivan as a group.

Julian West turned around with a look of deep affection and asked Carter Shaw, "Are you hungry?"

Carter Shaw covered half his face with his boarding pass, pretending to be shy: "Mm, I'm okay."

Julian West: "Then wait here, I'll go buy you something to eat."

Carter Shaw kept covering his face, as if he had a toothache, and whined, "Oh, don't bother, there's food on the plane."

Julian West, imitating Logan Sullivan's bossy manner, waved his hand: "Is that even edible? Even if it is, would I let you eat that?"

...And then, back at Blackstone Airport, Logan Sullivan had actually bought "edible" junk food for someone.

Remembering their boss's idiotic behavior back then, the two mischievous men exchanged glances and snickered.

Holly Harlow nudged Charles Gray with her elbow: "Hey, Xiao Guo, got a girlfriend?"

Charles Gray blushed and shook his head.

Holly Harlow looked meaningfully at Logan Sullivan's back and said, "If you want a girlfriend in the future, you should learn from the boss—guaranteed to make you a heartthrob of the new era. Oh, but of course, if you want a long-term relationship, you should be selective in what you learn. His later behavior is usually not worth copying."

Amid his blushing, Charles Gray vaguely felt that Sister Holly was publicly cursing the boss in broad daylight.

Logan Sullivan turned around and glared at them, and Julian West and Carter Shaw immediately started a new round of teasing.

The long-suffering leader, surrounded by a bunch of unruly subordinates, felt an indescribable embarrassment—his famously thick skin actually felt a little hot.

On the way here, Logan Sullivan had specially asked the flight attendant to change seats, and spent the whole flight making a fool of himself around William Sherman like a fly chasing after a fart.

On the way back, Logan Sullivan really wasn't in the mood. But when he checked the seat numbers, he found that Julian West, who was in charge of the boarding passes, had kindly arranged for the two of them to sit together, away from everyone else.

When Julian West helped him stow his luggage, he whispered in Logan Sullivan's ear, "Boss, no need to thank me."

Logan Sullivan gritted his teeth: "I'll thank your ancestors for eight generations."

But his pig-headed teammates still wouldn't let him off. After finally surviving the three-hour flight, when the plane landed, Julian West realized that William Sherman hadn't driven because he had students with him, so the whole group probably took the airport express. So the fake monk busily helped the students into taxis one by one, and finally, with a matchmaker's smile, said to William Sherman, "Mr. Sherman lives pretty close to Director Sullivan, why not let him give you a ride home?"

Logan Sullivan: "..."

Silently, he imagined stabbing the little man named Julian West into a hedgehog in his mind.

Sure enough, Julian West was struck by that wave of resentment and immediately sneezed thunderously.

William Sherman smiled, "No need, I'll just take a taxi myself..."