Simon Nanny Mcphee Novels & Stories

Ash nods, “Don’t blame him. What father would do that to his child?” She sighs, “Simon’s father was the head of the cult, couldn’t let any infraction with his family go unpunished or people would talk of favouritism or special treatment. So, he was particularly hard on Simon for his whole life. Simon was found by a Guild recruiter along with Ben and Connor. They’d all found each other and were running small scams on bad guys. Connor’s a Totem-Witch, with a particular talent for glamours, so he could change how they looked. Simon was the tech whizz, and Ben was the muscle.”

Simon's eyes are shocked to the fullest. “Whoa! Rowman! Inc-c-credible!” “I know, right?” Rowan scratches his head with a nervous giggle. “Your missy…” Simon squinted his eyes at me. “May I know your name?” “I'm Naya. Naya Yorke.” I utter body. Elsie, you'll have to pay for this. “Beautiful name! Beautiful face!” Simon showers me with praises. I'm flabbergasted. But the idea of continuing this drama once Elsie gives up control makes me cringe.

If you don't believe me, feel free to check the surveillance footage. The moment I stopped talking, I saw the color drain from Simon's face. His lips quivered as he turned to his mother. Whitney, on the other hand, pursed her lips in embarrassment. Her eyes turned red as she glared at me, but I didn't care at all. Mrs. Campbell was grooming Simon to be their family's heir, so there was no way she would let him date around this early. He only dared to put on a bold front in public, that was all.

Not able to speak, I threw John a questioning glare. John took a deep sigh. "Mr. Ricafort, she's the missing daughter of Jerry Walton. We learned that the nanny who took her away was the best friend of Ms. Simons' mother, Joana Simons. She took care of Hannah when the nanny went into hiding." I fell silent for a while. Then, I swallowed hard, pushing down the mass that blocked my throat. "Are you sure about this?" I managed to ask, hoping that they just got the wrong information.

Simon lowered his head to look at Angus. “You have something on your mind?” It was not a question, Ben was sure. “Do you have some time for a man to man?” “Ha…ha…ha… when did I get a persona for a grievance nanny?” Simon scratched the back of his head. “Let’s go. Although I have to warn you. Comforting others is not my cup of tea.”

Simon was there, but now he was alone. Simon was waiting for me with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He smiled, a smile that was anything but professional but full of ulterior motives. “Two surprises in one night,” he commented, his tone amused. “You must have run into your cousin at the entrance. What’s her name again?” “Maia…” I replied, nodding toward the door. “She was spying. Probably sent by Aaron.” Simon merely shrugged, unsurprised. “I figured. I just didn’t expect your visit. I think you arrived at the right time.”

He asked, and I nodded. “Well then, my name is Agent Cooper from the State CID, and this is Agent Carter,” he said, displaying his official badge for me to see. Fear surged within me as I listened. “To what do I owe this visit?” I asked, trying to sound calm. Suddenly, Simon came into view. "Simon, how is Marilyn?" I stuttered. His furious gaze locked onto me as he approached. "You ungrateful bitch!” He yelled, raising his hands to hit me. I closed my eyes anticipating the slap but it never came, I slowly pried my eyes open to see that Agent Cooper had held Simon back from hitting me.

Kade instructed, pointing to the leather armchair near the hearth. I sat down, pulling my legs up under the shirt. Kade grabbed another towel and stood behind the chair. He started to towel-dry my hair, rubbing the strands between the fabric. There was a soft knock at the door. "Come in," Kade called out, not stopping. The door opened and Mrs. Halloway walked in carrying a silver tray. She looked from me to Kade, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the Mafia King drying his nanny's hair, but she didn't say anything.

The guard did as he was told, and soon enough a sleek black car was rolling down in front of him and the driver was stepping out, walking back to the boot of the car, and opening it. Simon breathed out a puff of white smoke and looked inside, humming gently as he watched a tied and gagged Richard McDowell aka his nephew (for some reason, thinking of which gave him unwanted shudders—he just hated that they were related. If only he could do something to stop his father from adopting his mother in the first place. Oh wait, he couldn’t have. He wasn’t born then.) lying in the boot. Fuck, he really hoped this bastard heard what he did to Elena inside the car, how he made her moan his name out, ag

Simon whispered. “Simon!” I said, shocked. “You said any question,” he chuckled. “Well, let’s just say you would not be disappointed,” I smirked. “Disappointed in what?” I heard a voice behind me and turned to see Nathan standing there with his hand in his pocket, looking like a GQ model. “Ummmm,” I uttered. “I wouldn’t be disappointed in the Broadway show, Phantom of the Opera,” Simon quickly said. “Oh,” Nathan said. “Yes, I was just telling Simon about Kimmy’s Broadway show,” I turned back to Simon and mouthed the words “thank you” silently.