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. “Go on,

paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. I found myself more intrigued by this than I had expected; Logan had already floored me once by

also felt a pit of dread beginning to form in

to Ema, feeling myself turn cold once

Finally, Logan spoke.

“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.

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 of the

my chest. “Logan,” I started, but he held up a hand, silencing

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

of me, I felt Ema chuckle. “Maybe the Alpha

to consult with my client, but I believe…” He paused, glancing at his client, whose eyes seemed a little brighter. “…that he may be

and unreadable. “Let’s get the paperwork

a matter of hours, the court had adjourned and Logan and I

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

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

pressed, trying to decipher the enigma that was Logan Barrett. He paused, exhaling deeply. “You remember that single mother

image of the distressed woman and her son still vivid in my

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 memory be a beacon for that community.