Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Elijah’s throat was hoarse, and he had no intention of speaking. He turned over and continued sleeping.

When Elijah arrived last night and heard Sheena’s shout, he lost his mind seeing her jump into the river. The heart–wrenching feeling that almost suffocated him. Even thinking about sent painful tremors through his heart.

He would not let such a thing happen again!

Seeing Elijah ignoring him, Lionel knew he would not listen. After following Elijah for so many years, it was the first time he had seen him fight so desperately for someone.

“Mr. Freeman, rest well. Just call me if you need anything. Don’t push yourself too hard.” Lionel sighed helplessly, poured a cup of hot water at the bedside, and left after closing the door behind him.

Still running a fever and feeling groggy, Elijah soon fell back asleep.

The sprawling mansion was silent and pitch–black in the late hours.

Lionel went downstairs to the basement, a gloomy expression clouding his face.

Logan and the others were guarding the basement entrance while John and Sawyer had long been awake. They were furious about being locked up, banging on the door and shouting.

Seeing Lionel approach, Logan asked, “How’s Mr. Freeman? Is he getting better?” Lionel nodded.

Logan sighed in relief and gritted his teeth. “Can’t we just get rid of these two? They’ve been cursing since they woke up. We can’t just leave them like this!!

Lionel’s expression darkened. He might not be able to touch Howard, but he could definitely deal with both of the Lawson family’s bodyguards. After all, keeping them alive was the main thing.

‘Open the door. I’ll handle it.”

The basement door creaked open, and the moment John and Sawyer tried to run out, they were tied up and thrown back into the room.

Sawyer was about to shout, but his mouth was quickly stuffed with a cloth.

Since John had somewhat defended Elijah before, Lionel spared him from having his mouth covered. Besides, John was quiéter compared to the hot–tempered Sawyer,

Annoyed by Sawyer’s muffled noises, Lionel drew a knife, glared at him with a ruthless gaze, and forcefully plunged the blade into the floor near his leg, close enough to graze his skin. Sawyer was terrified!

It was a close call, and he could have lost the one thing a man cherished the most for the rest of his life!

Lionel was one ruthless guy!

Seeing Sawyer’s anger subside, Lionel chuckled. “Can you at least listen to what I have to say?”

John remained silent while Sawyer vigorously nodded.

“Mr. Freeman saved Ms. Sheena, but instead of thanking him, Mr. Lawson did not express gratitude and also locked him up, leaving him with a high fever. Isn’t that a bit too much? It’s been weighing on our minds.”

John and Sawyer did not know what he was up to and stayed quiet.

Lionel continued, “You two are on the Lawson family’s payroll, doing Mr. Lawson’s dirty work. You’ve suffered because of him too.

They faintly felt the threat emanating from him.

Lionel smirked, patting their arms. “So, I’m sorry about this, but you two will get a few punches from us to vent our frustrations. We’ll let you go after that.

Vent their frustrations?

It felt like they were being treated as punching bags!

John knew there was no escaping this, so he stiffly said, “Just don’t hit our faces!”

Lionel smiled. “Sure, we’ll go with that.”

Messing up their faces would make it hard to explain to Sheena.

Lionel stood up, leaned against the door, and added, “Mr. Freeman doesn’t know about this. No snitching and letting him take the blame. Can you handle that?”

Knowing that Elijah was running a high fever while being locked up, John felt guilty. He agreed without hesitation, “Okay, but

can you go easy on us?‘

Lionel remained silent, turning away, and leaving the basement. Soon after, cries of echoed from behind him. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

agony

After spending two days in the hospital, Sheena was discharged. Her first stop was at Howard’s mansion to check on the two assassins he had captured.

The weather had turned colder, and she wore a black trench coat over a red velvet dress with a touch of red lipstick. She exuded a regal aura, strong yet charming.

The two assassins were held in the basement of Howard’s mansion, chained to chairs, covered in wounds from previous beatings. Their mouths were slightly open, gagged with cloth to prevent them from biting their tongues.