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.”

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

some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let

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

to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my

calming

just an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he knew I was Ella Morgan, daughter of

of the potential consequences. It was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with dangers far worse than this man’s

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

small sacrifices that keep us safe,” I replied gently, not letting

took a sip of my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight

outsider, an observer of a scene that was just out of my reach. The bar was

was his father, and the

a facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

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

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

Maybe it was the way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had been freed of its strings and was

voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress,

she was looking right at me with those eyes, and a smirk on her face. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself

asked, my

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

in surprise. “Are you serious? After that… that display on the dance floor?