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 shifty gaze and slicked-back hair, nodded. “Investing in it was the best decision we ever made.

man chuckled, shaking his head. “Not me, but I’ve seen the effects. Those who have taken it-they’re different. Their wolves, man, they’re… enhanced. Stronger, faster, more

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

mind. As Logan and I moved past the pair, I leaned closer to him, my

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

my

an even more unbreakable bond between man and wolf, causing the two to merge into a single entity. All I know is, it’s dangerous. Highly addictive,

curiosity gnawing at me. “Why would anyone want to use such a

It would be intoxicating. But there’s a cost-a heavy one. The body and mind aren’t meant to handle that kind of constant surge.

myself. “And those

face darkened, “Involved in its distribution, most likely. The ‘W’ trade has been lucrative for

Logan grabbed my arm gently, guiding me away. “Best to stay clear of people

I’d stepped into that evening was already layered with threats and secrets, and ‘W’ was just another shadow lurking in its corners. Yet, despite the clear danger, I couldn’t help but wonder. What was ‘W’? What did it truly do? How many had fallen under

and then, my gaze would drift back

about ‘W’ but about the entire world that Logan was a part of a world where power struggles

reevaluate my own position in all of this and whether I was ready to learn

our rounds, 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

first, it felt as if they regarded the women at their side in a similar light- accessories, no more significant than the

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

of his lips. “Much better than the last

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