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.”

it would be the last. Maintaining my

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

these days,” he mumbled under 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 like this in the old

fiery surge of indignation bubbled within me. Ema howled in my mind, urging me to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my dignity. “Tell him! Tell him you’re not some

the urge, calming the restless.

thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he knew I was Ella Morgan, daughter of Edrick Morgan, and the

identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with dangers far worse than this man’s misplaced

decision. “Seems a bit cowardly,” she remarked, a hint

it’s the small sacrifices that keep us

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

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

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

as he spoke to Logan, was eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t

in his element, playing

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

it was the cloying sound of her voice. Maybe it was the way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had

and her voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes knew everything. Saw

my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself with a fresh drink, Logan finally approached, his face more serious than I

I asked, my voice laced

deep breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party on his yacht

in surprise. “Are you serious? After that… that display on the dance floor? I’m exhausted,