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.

more thing,” Logan interjected, his confident tone slicing through the

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

also felt a pit of dread beginning to

said inwardly to Ema, feeling myself turn cold once again. “I

out,” she replied. “Maybe it’s not what we think it is.” Finally,

“Bingo.”

up. “You want to purchase my property, Mr. Barrett?” he said, his voice rising worriedly. “Sir, with all due respect, this is my only form of income. Not only that, but the tenants trust me. Surely there’s something

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 course, you’ll also retain a majority of the apartment rent. All I would

my eyes widen, my heart drumming rapidly against my chest. “Logan,” I started, but he

thought to Ema. “Or an unexpected act of philanthropy? He’ll never make any money off of something like

I felt Ema chuckle. “Maybe the

And very generous, Mr. Barrett. I’ll need to consult with my client, but I believe…” He paused, glancing at his client, whose

shrugged, his blue eyes intense and unreadable.

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

searching his face for an answer. “You completely floored me in there. No offense, but I’m having a hard time

respond immediately, his gaze fixed forward. But the corners

to give in so easily,” I pressed, trying to decipher the enigma that was Logan Barrett. He paused, exhaling

nodded, the image of the distressed woman and her son still vivid

of my 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 statue there, to have her