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.”

he said, looking down his nose at me. Or rather, through me. “It was one of my finer works.

of me. “Ella Morgan. I’m still

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

the mediator motioned for us to enter. Mr. Westbrook and

“Where is your client?”

be found,

answer with some excuse when I heard the unmistakable sound of shoes

“Ella!”

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

a smirking Mr. Westbrook, who had

he said with a chuckle, looking Logan up and down. “Excellent first impression, I

on his heel and walked into the conference room, the door closing heavily behind him. Logan made a move to follow, but I grabbed

to his hair, trying to smooth it back into place. “You look like you’ve been

sorry,” he panted, catching his breath. “There was an accident on the freeway. Traffic was a

to straighten

gave a sheepish

him. He still looked a bit disheveled, but

eyes. “I promise I’ll make it up

a stern gaze. “Good. Now get inside and don’t

around the room, resting briefly on Logan before settling back

going to be a senior attorney present?” he asked condescendingly. “I was

reminding myself that I had prepared for this. “Mr. Westbrook, I am

in his chair, steepling his

face. It was patronizing, intended to demean and undermine. Every fiber

you wish,” I began, proceeding to lay out the