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.

hair, nodded. “Investing in it was the best decision we ever made. No one saw

but I’ve seen the effects. Those

an eyebrow. “So it’s true, then? The rumors?” “Seems like

I moved past

for some time about ‘W’- how it enhances the wolf in those of our kind.

my brows.

bond between man and wolf, causing the two to merge into a

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

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 of

I wrapped my arms around myself. “And those

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

believe it..” I muttered, my mind racing. Logan grabbed my arm gently, guiding me away. “Best to stay clear of people discussing that sort of thing. Trust me, Ella. Nothing

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

impossible to ignore. Every now and then, my gaze would drift back to the two men, wondering how deep they were in this

it was not just about ‘W’ but about the entire world that Logan was a part of a

and whether I was ready

simultaneously riveting and intimidating. Yet, one thing stood out to me: not many of them would bother

right past me. At first, it felt as if they regarded the women at their side in a similar light- accessories, no

burly man with a cigar, presumably a higher-up in the Mafia

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

Unable to restrain