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.

said, forcing a stiff smile. “But I didn’t tattle’. If I’m being honest, i’m not entirely

a chair to the side of her desk.

Sarah despite her obvious disdain for me. We spent the next two hours reviewing briefs and cross- referencing case laws. It felt good to lend a hand without the pressure of pending tasks hanging

This was

the meager file that Mr. Henderson gave me. It

Other than that, all I could gather was that

be? Surely there had to be more than this. Exiting the law firm’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

of a professional-looking driver.

“Miss Morgan?”

settling comfortably in the back seat. “To Mr.

ma’am,” he replied, starting

exuded opulence. I fished out the case files I had carefully curated throughout the day. L. Barrett: owner of a strange array of businesses and

of urban wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of

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

than the one I had grown up in. It was overpopulated, with a thick current of

I imagined a world in which the crime of this city was eventually dredged out,

or the light side. I could defend criminals,

dad didn’t 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

its facade gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun. The magnitude of its luxury struck me

of my dad’s penthouse back in my home city, which he owned the entirety of. My dad rented out the lower apartments to other wealthy people, but it was mostly reserved for our sprawling