His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 320 A Real Lawyer

Ella

The rhythm of my heels echoed through the polished marble hallways of the courthouse.

Today, I was representing Logan in a preliminary hearing, a chance to sit face to face with the opposing counsel and discuss the evidence that had been uncovered thus far. The evidence I had, courtesy of Logan’s credible witnesses and backed by solid statements, made me confident.

I had spent the last month working like a dog to uncover the mystery surrounding this murder, and one thing was clear: Logan was not related to the murder in any way, and I had the evidence to prove it.

This was a winnable case, and I had every intention of proving Logan’s innocence. But as I turned the corner, I froze, taken aback by the figure before me. Standing just outside the conference room was none other than Attorney Richard Westbrook.

Even among the legal fraternity, his reputation was legendary in this city. He was known for his ruthlessness in the courtroom, but also for his decades-long streak of wins. His tall frame, salt-and-pepper hair, and trademark black glasses gave him an air of authority.

Swallowing my initial shock, I walked up to him, extending my hand with genuine respect.

“Mr. Westbrook, I’m Ella Morgan,” I said, offering a polite smile. “It’s an honor to finally meet you. I’ve followed a lot of your cases and have learned quite a bit from your work.”

He looked down at my hand, then back up to meet my eyes, offering a half-smile.

“Ms. Morrigan,” he responded curtly, not returning the handshake. “Pleasure.”

I swallowed. “It’s… Morgan,” I corrected him, withdrawing my hand. Mr. Westbrook shot me an unreadable glance, almost as though he couldn’t care in the least what my real name was.

“Maybe he’s just thinking,” I said inwardly, feeling my wolf bristle at the disrespect. “He’s a busy man.”

“Or he’s a Class A Asshole,” Ema interjected. A soft growl coming from her rumbled in my mind. “God, I hate men sometimes.”

Resisting the urge to chuckle at my wolf’s annoyed demeanor, I put on a smile for Mr. Westbrook and straightened my blazer. “Well, Mr. Westbrook, I must say that you’ve been quite the role model for me,” I said, lifting my chin to meet the older man’s icy gaze. “Your biggest case-Trainer v. Lindale’-was truly amazing. The way that you pulled that final card out of your sleeve, causing the case to turn in your favor, was impressive.”

through me. “It was one

frown creased my brow as I cleared my throat. “Morgan,” I repeated, resisting the feeling of anger bubbling up inside of me. “Ella Morgan. I’m still relatively new to the game,” I said, doing my best to maintain

me briefly. “Hmm, fresh blood,” he muttered more to

door to the conference room opened, and the mediator motioned for us to enter. Mr. Westbrook and his client headed in ahead of me, but Westbrook

“Where is your client?”

Logan was nowhere to be found, and it was past time for him to be

the unmistakable sound of shoes clicking rapidly on marble, labored

“Ella!”

see Logan, breathless, jogging down the corridor towards us. His usually neat hair was mussed, and his tie was askew. In his hand, he clutched a leather briefcase, its flap open and a few papers

react, a smirking Mr. Westbrook, who had clearly caught sight

and down. “Excellent first impression, I must say.” His voice

walked into the conference room, the door

my hands flying to his hair, trying to smooth it back into place. “You look like

letting me fuss over him. “I’m sorry,” he panted, catching his breath. “There was an accident on the freeway. Traffic was

his shirt to straighten it. “Did you run

a sheepish grin.

disheveled, but

eyes. “I promise I’ll make

“Good. Now get inside and don’t make a

room, resting briefly

“I was under the impression

“Mr. Westbrook, I am the lead attorney on this case,” I stated clearly. “Now, if we can get back to the matter

chair, steepling his fingers. “Very well,

patronizing, intended to demean and undermine.

lay out the case details and the