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Did she just say she wanted custody of her daughter? That woman was Matteo's wife, ex-wife, one night stand. The possibilities were endless. “And who are you?”The lady asked me. “Oh…. I'm…. I'm…. I'm Sophia's nanny” I replied internally cursing that I had stammered She broke out into a mocking laugh “Nanny? I see Matteo is hiring any hag desperate for a job. You're fired” she said looking for the non-existent dirt in her nails.

Loyalty wasn’t optional; it was the thing that made a relationship. “I don’t believe that for one second,” Camille whispered as she eyed Eileen. “That’s why you were fine with Eileen being around.” She thought it was normal for people to play around… as long as her position as my future wife wasn’t shaken. Simon piped in. “It’s impossible. Not with that hot nanny and her sister waving their ass around the house every day. I bet you had a threesome with those two.” I wasn’t clear how Dan managed it, but he was holding both Greg and me back as Simon backed away like the coward that he was. “Don’t do this,” he said under his breath.

Erin’s Pov Two million and an Advance payment. I keep repeating it in my head like maybe it will sound less insane the more I think about it. Two million for a nanny job? Nobody pays that much for watching some kid. Unless the kid is a prince or cursed or maybe both. But right now do I even have a choice?

For a moment a blurry image flashed through his memory. The silhouette of a little girl standing in front of a moss-covered grave. Simon frowned, raised his hand to his head, and collapsed. It was this pain again, every time I was with her. "This is Simon, your husband. My daughter's happy day couldn't come, so I brought him here today to debut. Look at him, isn't he very handsome? "

It worked because as I made the suggestion, their beaming smiles returned to their faces. "Now that is settled," Mia said turning to the woman at the counter making cupcakes. She had not said a word since I walked in, but she offered a small smile every time I caught her gaze. "Emma, this is Chirs, the new nanny for the kids." she gestured to me. "Nice to meet you, Chris," she said with a shy smile. "I'm the head housekeeper and the house manager here. If you need anything, please feel free to let me know."

"He said he's in a meeting, he's gonna call me back." "I'm sure he's gonna call, Chloe," she gave her a wide smile but the girl instantly jerked away from her. "Keep your hands to yourself, Miss!" "Chloe, don't talk to your nanny like that!" Lee scolded. "She's not my nanny, Lee!" Natalie groaned as the girl glared daggers at her. This was going to be a long job! "Chloe!" Lee called in a warning voice. "I'm serious Lee, she's a murderer!"

Facing the pitifully crying old lady, Simon gave his order to vice-principal Campbell, "Bring this woman back to the office to rest. I'll make some arrangements and head over in a while." Mrs. Whitman got up and obediently followed Miss Sophia to the office. "Miss Christine, please make sure these parents who came to pick their kids up can return home." Then Simon turned around and faced the parents, "Everyone, please queue up. Time to pick up your children. Please be careful on your way home." The parents were very cooperative as they attentively queued up to form a long line. Monique's dark, glittering eyes gave off an envious gleam when she saw how orderly Simon's arrangements were.

“I’m not Elena. I’m Catherine… your new nanny.” Nathaniel blinked, staring at her. For a moment he looked as if he might answer but instead, he brushed past her, his small voice breaking as he called again, “Miss Elena! Moooommm!” “Ohhh, I can see you’ve already met your new nanny,” Victoria’s overly sweet voice floated down as she walked downstairs. “Mooommm!” Nathaniel called, rushing up to her with pure joy. “Heyyy, how was your little getaway?” Victoria cooed, bending down to hug him. For a while he clung to her, smiling into her shoulder, until finally he pulled back with his eyes still shining.

His dark hair was still damp from a recent shower, and his stormy whiskey-colored eyes met hers and bored holes right through her as if the air between them had suddenly been charged with electricity. He shifted a kicking baby Theo onto his hip, and Amy's first impression was that his baby had to be the most adorable creature on earth, with the chubbiest cheeks, and he certainly shared the same dark, messy hair as his father. "You're the new nanny," he said, his voice like aged, smooth whiskey. "Amy, right? Clara's niece." Amy, who felt entirely out of place in her faded, stretched-out band t-shirt and beat-up jeans, swallowed.

"Hello, my name is Simon. I'm Anthony Moore's son." Harry was struck with shock. Fear rendered him incoherent. "You… What do you want?" "I've already got what I wanted." Simon smiled. "The downfall of the Scott Group, your financial crimes, and even your daughter… Mr. Scott, you've been in here for five years. Have you still not figured out why you ended up here?"