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

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

of

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

is.” Finally, Logan spoke. “I’ve been thinking of making an offer to purchase the property,”

“Bingo.”

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

under you. I would just like to take 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 course, you’ll also retain a majority

drumming rapidly against my chest. “Logan,” I started, but he held up a hand,

Logan said, looking almost nonchalant. “An investment?” I thought to Ema. “Or an

the Alpha

with my client, but I believe…” He paused, glancing at his client, whose

eyes intense and unreadable.

which things were unfolding was almost dizzying. In a matter of hours, the court had adjourned and Logan and I were outside, the bright sunlight a stark contrast to the room’s dim

“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 that you just suddenly decided to become a philanthropist in

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

I pressed, trying to decipher the enigma that was Logan Barrett. He paused, exhaling

the distressed woman and her

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