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?”

adorned with paintings and sculptures from what looked like different eras. The dining room was another spectacle. A long table made of what looked like mahogany, surrounded by chairs upholstered in deep purple velvet, dominated the center. Above, another chandelier,

parties here are quite the

orgies of excess,” I retorted, only half-joking. Logan smirked. “You certainly have a way with words, Ella,”

kitchen, larger than most restaurants, and then a cinema room with plush recliners and

theater?” I

chimed in with a sly grin. “Care for a private screening later? I’ve got all sorts of foreign. films, if you

my eyes. We continued our journey through the yacht, stopping briefly at a spa area complete with a sauna and a jacuzzi. Every step I took felt like sinking further into a world of extravagance I’d only ever read about

behind the

head. “My father never cared for stuff like this. None of us did. We had a nice penthouse and a mountain estate, and sure,

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

a wink, gesturing to a

was then that the weight of the yacht’s luxury hit me. It wasn’t just about flaunting wealth; it was a statement. A declaration of power and dominance. And Marina and Harry, by taking

her voice dripping with faux

I replied, maintaining a polite facade. “Though, I have

And with enough staff,

can only imagine,”

the pool area, I couldn’t shake off the overwhelming sensation of having glimpsed another world-a world of unchecked extravagance,

every polished surface and

my discomfort because he tightened his grip around

of warmth run up my arm, and there was a flutter

head. “I like this,”

quipped back mentally. Logan’s brother, a tall figure with dark hair and a smirk to rival Loga’s, led the guests toward the pool area. The pool, lit from below, cast a serene glow on the guests as they began shedding layers

elegant but non-aquatic outfit,

didn’t bring