Chapter 298 Ella’s Got A Gun

Ella

The bar was dimly lit, its ambiance intensified by the low hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the soft strains of ambient music. Golden chandeliers, casting sporadic glows, adorned the room, contrasting the otherwise dark woodwork.

I felt the cool leather of the bar stool beneath me as I observed the people around, each of them engrossed in their own narratives, oblivious to mine.

It’s amazing how, even in a room full of people, you can feel alone, disconnected. My fingers. absentmindedly played with the stem of my wine glass as I lost myself in my thoughts, waiting for Logan to return.

“Is this seat taken?” The voice was suave, a touch too smooth. Turning slightly, I found myself looking up at a tall man, his finely tailored suit hinting at wealth and power. I gave a noncommittal shrug. “It’s free.”

He grinned, revealing perfectly aligned teeth. “You’re Logan Barrett’s, aren’t you?” There was a knowing glint in his eyes, as though he believed he had already figured me out. I arched an eyebrow, choosing my words carefully. “I’m with Logan tonight.”

The man chuckled. “With Logan’? So diplomatic of you.” He leaned in closer, the scent of his expensive cologne mingling with the aroma of alcohol. “I’ve got more to offer than Barrett does. What do you say? Spend the night with me instead.”

time I had encountered such brazenness, and I doubted it would be the last. Maintaining my composure,

sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh and leaned back, defeat

to hear, “too loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the line. Wasn’t like this in the

snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my dignity. “Tell him! Tell

urge, calming the restless. spirit

he thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig deeper.

cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with dangers far worse than this

seemed unsatisfied with my decision. “Seems a bit cowardly,” she remarked, a hint of disappointment tingeing

as well as I do that sometimes, it’s the small sacrifices that keep us safe,” I

leaving me once again alone with my thoughts. I took a sip of my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight had already

scene that was just out of my reach. The bar was bustling with activity, the lights glinting off crystal glasses

two figures, one clearly older, the towering oak that was his father, and the other a younger man with the same dark hair and slightly less

cheer

a tension in his jaw and a distant look in his eyes as if he were a world away. I could tell he was in his element, playing the part of the loyal Barrett son, but there was an undercurrent of unrest, a shadow that reminded me of our dance moments ago. A dance so charged,

Marina. She was wearing a tight red dress, much like the one she wore at the family dinner. Red certainly was her

put my finger on why she made. me so uneasy. Maybe it was the cloying sound of her voice. Maybe it was the way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had been freed of its strings and was now free to roam on its own, having

body and her voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes knew everything. Saw everything. Saw straight through not

on her face. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself with a fresh drink, Logan finally approached, his

asked, my voice laced with

just saw a ghost.” He took a deep breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party on his yacht tonight. He wants us

you serious? After that… that display on the dance

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