His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 301 Offshore Account

Ella

The cold, salty breeze that brushed against my face as we arrived at the docks was a stark, but welcoming, contrast to the stifling warmth of the party. The night was dark, the water shimmering faintly under the moonlight.

Moored ahead of us was an enormous yacht, its sprawling length dotted with sparkling lights, making it look like a floating palace.

“God, how big is this thing?” I whispered, taking in the sheer size of the vessel. “That’s my brother’s taste for you,” Logan murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and exasperation.

The yacht, named The Serpent’s Charm, was truly an epitome of luxury and excess. After a tour of the sprawling main deck, Logan led me towards the interior, with a promise of showing the opulence that lay within..

Opening a double door adorned with intricate golden patterns, we entered the grand lounge. It was vast, stretching wide with plush velvet couches and a massive crystal chandelier hanging above. On the far end was a bar, its shelves stocked with rows of the finest spirits and champagnes.

“And here, Ms. Morgan,” a voice interrupted, making us turn. It was a man in a crisp uniform, likely the captain. “Is where many of our esteemed guests like to unwind. The lounge boasts a collection of spirits from over fifty countries.”

“Seems like your brother has quite the taste,” I remarked, taking in the grandeur of not only the yacht itself, but the staff. It was like being in an extremely expensive hotel. Logan shrugged. “Or perhaps too much money to burn.”

The captain, perhaps sensing the underlying tension, quickly changed the topic. “Shall we proceed to the dining area?”

what looked like different eras. The dining room was another spectacle. A long table made of what looked like mahogany,

here are quite the affair,” Logan mentioned,

of excess,” I retorted, only half-joking. Logan smirked. “You certainly have a way with words, Ella,” he said. Then, lowering his voice: “And you’re not

we moved on, we came across a state-of- the-art kitchen, larger than most restaurants, and then a cinema room with plush recliners and a

theater?” I exclaimed,

chimed in with a sly grin. “Care for a private screening later? I’ve

spa area complete with a sauna and a jacuzzi. Every

as we followed behind the tour group. “Not used to

head. “My father never cared for stuff like this. None of us did. We had a nice penthouse and a mountain estate, and sure, there were plenty of parties. and galas. But a yacht like this? He’d never dream of

we rounded the tour, approaching what looked like private quarters,

happens,” she said with a wink, gesturing to a grand

a statement. A declaration of power and dominance. And Marina and

the tour?” Marina asked, her voice dripping with

it,” I replied, maintaining a polite facade. “Though, I have to ask: how does one even keep track of

“You get used to it. And

can only imagine,” I

off the overwhelming sensation of having glimpsed

blood money was behind every polished surface and every glinting trinket. But, holding onto my discretion,

my discomfort because he

close,” he warned, guiding me to wrap my arm around his. I felt a surge of warmth run up my arm, and there was a flutter in my stomach that I couldn’t entirely blame on the dizzying

practically purring inside my head. “I like this,” she hummed, enjoying

led the guests toward the pool area. The pool,

elegant but non-aquatic outfit,

bring a