Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Romello stared at Phoebe intently, saying, “How’s that considered trading? It’s just helping you choose a better husband.”

Phoebe stared at him in disbelief. “Romello, it’s the twenty–first century, and we advocate for marital freedom. If regaining the status of a Nicholls family heiress means losing my autonomy and freedom of choice, then I’d rather spend my life as an orphan in an orphanage!”

Faced with her strong opposition, Romello quickly softened his tone and pulled her back to his side.

“Alright, it was just a discussion with you. There’s no need to be so angry. If you’re adamant about it, I won’t force you.

Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief at his words and continued socializing with him.

Meanwhile, Sheena and Elliot were making progress on their end.

With their joint efforts, the Lawson Group successfully secured a major international trade deal, with plans to meet tomorrow to finalize the contract terms.

Elliot shook hands amicably with Carlos Sheffield on behalf of Sheena. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Ms. Lawson, I’m looking forward to future collaborations with you.” Carlos said politel

Sheena smiled. “Likewise, Mr. Sheffield.”

With the deal sealed, Carlos was quickly whisked away by other guests.

Sheena and Elliot exchanged smiles.

Elliot casually wrapped his arm around her slender waist, whispering, “Nana, don’t forget about the reward you promised. You can’t bail on me this time, no matter what.”

She nodded with a playful smile.

“You did well tonight, even negotiating the big deal for me. You deserve some credit.”

Elliot gazed at her exquisite face, feeling a surge of desire.

He wished he could just sweep her away and take her back to E&S Haven to enjoy each other fully.

After hesitating for a moment, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Honey, how about we slip away early and get down to business? The night is so wonderful. We shouldn’t waste it all on. socializing.”

“No way. We have to do things in sequence.”

Sheena playfully pinched his waist. It was not painful but rather sensual, and her sparkling eyes sent him a clear warning.

“Eli, behave yourself and socialize. I’ll go check on Phoebe.”

With a teasing pat on his sturdy waist, she turned and walked away.

Elliot gazed at Sheena’s graceful figure, sighing silently.

“Mr. Jenkins?”

A soft voice beside him interrupted his stare at Sheena.

He turned to see a woman.

“Yes?”

Rebecca Lambert seemed slightly taken aback, perhaps not expecting his cold tone.

“Mr. Jenkins, don’t you remember me? I’m Rebecca, the third daughter of the Lambert family. We used to sit together for meals before you joined the army.”

Elliot glanced at her casually, only noticing her pink chiffon dress.

He did not even take a closer look at her face, simply replying, “Mm, alright.”

His demeanor was dismissive, instantly displeasing Rebecca.

“Mr. Jenkins, we’ve known each other since we were young. Can’t we chat for a while?”

Elliot looked at his glass of wine, his tone cold. “No.”

Rebecca fell silent.

Sheena, who was on her way to check on Phoebe, halted midway and glanced back in Elliot’s direction.

She thought she heard a girl’s voice calling Elliot when she exited.

Sure enough, she saw a pretty girl standing in front of Elliot.

It seemed like Elliot immediately attracted someone else’s attention as soon as she left!

With a slight chill in her gaze, she decisively returned to assert her dominance as Elliot’s wife.

Despite being ruthlessly rejected, Rebecca lingered, showing no sign of awkwardness.