His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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.”

such brazenness, and I doubted it would be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at polite but detached smile. “Thank you, but I’m

of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy

his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “too loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the line. Wasn’t

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

calming the

an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he knew I was Ella Morgan, daughter of Edrick Morgan, and the adopted kin of the Golden

to think of the potential consequences. It was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught

with my decision. “Seems a bit cowardly,” she remarked, a

that keep us safe,” I replied gently, not letting the

my thoughts. I took a sip of my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed

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

and the other a

eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes. That smile

as if he were a world away. I could tell he was in his element, playing the part of

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

way she sauntered wherever she walked,

her eyes. Her narrow, knowing eyes. The way that her body and her voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes knew everything. Saw everything. Saw

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

I asked, my

like you just saw a ghost.” He took a deep breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party on his

display on the dance floor? I’m exhausted, Logan. I just want