His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 293 Trophy Wife

Ella

Inside the grandiose ballroom of the restaurant, with its dimly lit chandeliers and expensive- looking wall hangings, Logan began mingling. A sudden sense of isolation swept over me as I clung to his arm, the only anchor amidst a sea of unknown faces.

“Do you think this is how Moana feels at the events with Edrick?” Ema asked, feeling just as cautious as I did. I imperceptibly shook my head. “No. My dad always cares for her at their events, and it’s not nearly as dangerous. Although, I do remember her telling me how people looked down on her back before she was the Golden Wolf. So maybe this is a little like how she felt back that.. But just a little.”

As we approached groups of men in tailored suits, discussing what I presumed were deals and underworld business, Logan would pause to introduce me. “This is Dahlia,” he would say smoothly, each time keeping his promise to use my pseudonym.

As we continued to navigate through the crowd, my senses became more acute to the conversations around us. While most were: banal or superficial exchanges about the evening or general pleasantries, one particular conversation drew me in. I felt Ema attune her hearing so that I could hear better.

Two men, standing off to the side, were engaged in a heated discussion. Their body language and hushed tones suggested a level of secrecy.

“…I’m telling you, the profits from the ‘W’ trade are skyrocketing,” one of them-a tall, well-built man with a scar tracing his jawline-asserted, glancing around nervously.

a man with a shifty gaze and slicked-back hair, nodded. “Investing in it was the best decision we ever made. No one saw it coming. But you’ve tried it yourself, right?

I’ve seen the effects. Those who have taken it-they’re different. Their wolves, man, they’re…

slicked-back haired man raised an eyebrow. “So it’s true, then? The rumors?” “Seems like it. But I’d be careful.

mind. As Logan and I moved past the pair, I leaned closer to him, my voice barely above a whisper. “Logan, what’s

men, then sighed. “It’s a drug, or so they say. Rumors have been swirling around for some time about ‘W’- how it enhances the wolf in those of our kind. But I don’t know much about it,

furrowed my brows. “Enhances?

it brings out the wolf’s most primal instincts, magnifying their strengths. Others claim it creates an even more unbreakable bond between man and wolf, causing the two to merge into

at the two men, an unnerving curiosity gnawing at me. “Why would anyone

tilted his head, pondering my question. “Power, mostly. Imagine having your wolf’s strength, agility, and senses amplified… all of the time, even in human form. It would be intoxicating. But there’s a cost-a heavy one. The body and mind aren’t meant to handle that kind

a shiver, I wrapped my arms around myself. “And those

distribution, most likely. The ‘W’ trade has been lucrative for those willing to

my arm gently, guiding me away. “Best to stay clear of people discussing that sort of thing. Trust me,

‘W’ was just another shadow lurking in its

but the knowledge of ‘W’ was like a stone in my shoe, uncomfortable and impossible to ignore. Every now and then, my gaze would drift

entire world that Logan was a part of a world where power struggles

whether I was

I observed the men as they spoke, finding their discussions simultaneously riveting and intimidating. Yet, one thing stood out to me: not many of them would bother to address

felt as if they regarded the women at their

a burly man with a cigar, presumably a higher-up in the Mafia ranks, eyed me up and

time, Logan,” he commented, a lecherous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Much better than the last one. She was too skinny and

Unable to restrain myself, I retorted, “How about you shove that opinion