Wait, She’s a Billionaire

If it really was not Elijah, then this matter was not as simple as it seemed. Sheena started to

contemplate the incident, and even though there was a hint of suspicion when she looked at Elijah, she squeezed his cheek forcefully.

“I’ll believe you this time. If I catch you lying to me again, I’ll throw you into prison immediately. Let’s see how long you can endure in there and how soon your subordinates can get you out,” Sheena warned, retracting her hand.

Elijah slumped to the floor, completely drained. He wanted to speak, but suddenly, a sweet, metallic taste surged up his throat, choking him. It felt like his lungs were about to be coughed up.

He was not afraid of going to jail. Even if Sheena threw him in, there were not many inside who dared to cross him. However, he did not want Sheena to continue misunderstanding him.

“If I lie… I’ll suffer horribly,” Elijah managed to say between coughs.

Sheena glanced at him disdainfully.

Elijah’s face had turned pale from coughing, and he still had a fever. In moments of discomfort, he looked particularly agonized.

Whether it was due to the modified serum or not, Elijah appeared like someone who had been

chronically ill and never fully recovered. Seeing him in this miserable state, even Ford and John felt a twinge of sympathy.

Sheena, however, remained expressionless. When she stared at Elijah, it was unclear what thoughts crossed her mind. After a while, she turned to Ford and John, saying, “Which one of you is going to prepare some chicken soup for him and bring it over?”

Ford and John exchanged helpless glances.

“Miss, we can fight, but we never learned how to cook,” Ford confessed.

John echoed, “I don’t know how either, really!”

Sheena was speechless.

Maybe she should hire a few bodyguards with some cooking skills next time?

She glanced back at the person on the floor, contemplating whether to tell him to handle it himself. The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed even more forcefully, sounding pitiable.

“Alright, you guys help him back to bed. I’ll go cook,” Sheena instructed.

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After giving orders, Sheena headed downstairs and found the ingredients in the fridge. She immediately started to prepare the chicken soup. Once John helped Elijah back to bed, he joined her in

the kitchen.

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“Ms. Lawson, do you believe Mr. Freeman’s words?” John asked.

“Not entirely. I only trust the final evidence. If it’s really not him, there will always be clues,” Sheena replied, “Since he claimed to have sent away Colin, investigate this matter further and see if it aligns with his story.”

“Understood.” John nodded and continued, “Actually, I trust Mr. Freeman. From his ability to get Leon out of prison and back without anyone noticing, he must have formidable power behind him. Taking Jennifer away would have been easy for him. If he truly wanted to take her away, he would have done it long ago.”

“And then taking Jennifer to a small country by sea would make her almost impossible to find. So, he had no reason to stay in the mansion after finishing that task, risking being discovered by you,” John

reasoned.

Sheena remained silent. Yesterday, she was fueled by anger, and Elijah misinterpreted her words, readily admitting fault without delving deeper into the details. Now, upon careful consideration, there were indeed many loopholes in the story.

If it was not him, then who could it be?

A sudden thought crossed Sheena’s mind.

Could it be the person from the Lawson family who harmed her? If so, when did they discover she was alive, and how did they know she was in Farlem?

Why would they release Jennifer from prison, and what was their next move?