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.

confident tone slicing through the air. Mr. Grayson quirked an eyebrow.

a moment, taking a deep breath. I found myself more intrigued by this than I had expected; Logan had already floored me once by agreeing to make a new deal

also felt a pit of dread beginning to

Ema, feeling

not what we think it is.” Finally, Logan spoke. “I’ve been thinking of making an offer to purchase the property,” he

“Bingo.”

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

will I pay for the

eyes widen, my heart drumming rapidly against my chest. “Logan,”

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

“Maybe the Alpha mobster

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

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

of hours, the court had adjourned

pace, matching Logan’s long strides. “What changed, Logan?” I inquired, searching his face for an answer. “You completely floored me in there. No offense, but I’m having a hard time believing

But the

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

distressed woman and her son still vivid

creeping in. “And I couldn’t help but think, my mom would want those people to keep their homes. It felt right to