His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 316 The Mobster’s Generosity

Ella

Inside the confines of the counsel chambers, the atmosphere was saturated with apprehension. Heavy curtains blocked the outside world, leaving the room bathed in a warm, golden glow. Oak bookshelves, lined with hefty legal volumes, lined the walls.

Between Mr. Grayson and myself sat a polished mahogany table, its surface gleaming in the soft light.

“This is a… shock, to say the least,” Mr. Grayson said, fidgeting with the cufflinks of his pristine white shirt. “Mr. Barret, if I may ask: what changed your mind?”

Logan smirked. “I like to keep some things close to my chest, Mr. Grayson,” he said, shooting me a sideways glance. “But know this: I am being genuine. No strings attached.”

Mr. Grayson shot me a look, silently asking if Logan was telling the truth. I nodded, fingertips pressed against the table’s smooth surface. “My client is completely serious, Mr. Grayson.”

Mr. Grayson sighed contentedly, leaning back in his chair, the soft creak of leather echoing my own thoughts. Beside him, his client smiled softly and leaned over, whispering something inaudible in Mr. Grayson’s ear. When the client was finished, Mr. Grayson nodded and leaned forward again.

“Very well. My client will agree to pay up his missed rent in full. We can set a date. But in return, he will allow this… statue of Logan’s mother to be erected on the premises.”

I bit my lip, nodding again. “That’s a start. And the statue’s upkeep?” He stroked his silver beard thoughtfully. “He will ensure it never gets dirty or crumbles. Maintenance is on him.”

A shadow of a smile appeared on my lips, but it was Logan’s next proposition that left me-and both the client and Mr. Grayson-absolutely floored.

his confident tone slicing through the air. Mr. Grayson quirked an eyebrow. “Go on,

by this than I had expected; Logan had already floored me once by agreeing to make a

I also felt a pit of dread beginning to form

are always strings attached,” I said inwardly to Ema, feeling myself

not what we think it is.” Finally, Logan spoke. “I’ve been thinking of

“Bingo.”

client spoke up. “You want to purchase my property, Mr. Barrett?” he said, his voice rising worriedly. “Sir, with all due respect, this is my

over as a… business partner, let’s say. Not only will I pay for the renovations and upkeep, but you, the landlord, will still have full reign over the building’s matters. And of

heart drumming rapidly against my chest. “Logan,” I started,

an… investment,” Logan said, looking almost nonchalant. “An investment?” I thought to Ema. “Or an unexpected act of philanthropy? He’ll never make any money off of something like

the Alpha mobster has

unexpected. And very generous, Mr. Barrett. I’ll need to consult with my client, but I believe…” He

merely shrugged, his blue eyes intense and unreadable. “Let’s

dizzying. In a matter of hours, the court had adjourned and Logan and I were outside, the bright

in there. No offense, but I’m

his gaze fixed forward. But the corners of his mouth tightened ever so

give in so easily,” I pressed, trying to decipher the enigma that was Logan Barrett. He paused, exhaling deeply. “You remember that single mother

nodded, the image of the distressed woman

mom,” Logan admitted, his voice quieter, softer, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. “And I couldn’t help but think, my mom would want those people to keep their homes. It felt right to build her