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?”

sculptures from what looked like different eras. The dining room was another spectacle. A long

are quite the affair,” Logan

certainly have a way with words, Ella,”

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

private theater?” I exclaimed,

in with a sly grin. “Care for a private screening later? I’ve got all sorts of

replied, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. We continued our journey through the yacht, stopping briefly at a spa area

seem surprised,” Logan said quietly as we followed behind the tour group.

all,” I replied, shaking my 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.

tour, approaching what looked like private quarters, Marina joined

said with a wink, gesturing to a grand bedroom with

it was a statement. A declaration

her voice dripping

facade. “Though, I have to ask: how does one even keep track

to it. And

only imagine,” I

of having glimpsed another world-a

much blood money was behind every polished surface and every glinting trinket. But, holding onto my discretion, I kept my thoughts to

my discomfort because he tightened his grip

to wrap my arm around his. I felt a surge of warmth run up my arm, and there was a flutter

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

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

my elegant but non-aquatic

bring a