His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 257 #Chapter 5: Unlikely Encounters

Ella

With my boss’s directive, the rest of the day was uncharacteristically light for me. There was an odd sense of liberation, knowing that the usual tasks weren’t waiting for me. I ventured into the heart of the city, selecting a sophisticated yet sharp charcoal-gray suit. As I felt the smooth fabric against my skin, I thought that I definitely needed this upgrade.

Returning to the firm, I noticed my colleagues glancing curiously at me. Their confusion was understandable; they weren’t used to seeing me so relaxed and unburdened.

Sarah, on the other hand, sulked by her desk without a word. She was surrounded by a sea of papers, and looked utterly overwhelmed. I felt a little bad for her.

“Hey,” I said quietly as I made my way up to her. “Want some help?”

Sarah’s face turned red. “Not from you,” she hissed. “Why did you have to go and tattle? It’s not like I ask for help from you because I look down on you or anything. It’s just… Well, I normally have better clients than you do.”

I took in a sharp breath, choosing not to let her snide comment get the best of me.

I didn’t tattle’. If I’m being honest, i’m not entirely

pulling up a chair to the side of

briefs and cross- referencing case laws. It felt good to lend a hand without

mused. This was truly an anomaly

last thirty minutes looking at the meager file that Mr. Henderson gave me. It offered little information, other than my client’s last

least valued his privacy. Other than that, all I could gather

Was he really as well-known as Mr. Henderson made him out to be? Surely there had to be more than this. Exiting the law firm’s imposing steel-and-glass building, I was greeted by

chuckled inwardly, pondering the curious penchant for Bentleys amongst this city’s elite. It brought me back to my ill-fated encounter with my fated mate last night, but I quickly pushed that sour memory out of my mind and plastered a smile on my

a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting my client, considering the dramatics from earlier. He gave a polite

“Miss Morgan?”

in response, settling comfortably in the back seat.

ma’am,” he replied, starting the

L. Barrett: owner of a strange array

wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun, showcased a unique blend of architectural marvels

backgrounds, and ethnicities walked the streets. Colorful murals lined the walls

this city was more dangerous than the one I had grown up in. It was overpopulated, with a thick current of crime running along its

a world in which the crime of this city was eventually dredged out, allowing the city’s true colors to finally

here, to make a positive mark here. As a lawyer, I had the ability to choose between running along the dark side or the light side. I could defend criminals, I could help them stay out of prison so they could continue to commit crimes, or… I

fully understand it, but Moana, the Golden Wolf, understood fully how much that meant to me. She knew better than anybody how much good was in the world, and

Bentley pulled up to a towering building, its facade gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun. The magnitude of

for long, it was undeniable that this was one of its crown jewels. It reminded me of my dad’s penthouse back in my home city, which he owned the entirety of. My