Wait, She’s a Billionaire

“Let it go,” Sheena said, grabbing his arm. “The engagement matters have nothing to do with the National Investigation Bureau. It’s not appropriate to pressure him using your position.”

Then, she continued, “I doubt we can reach an agreement tonight about the engagement anyway. I’ll try again in a few days.”

Elliot tenderly stroked her cheek. “Feeling the weight of being the head of the family now?”

Sheena sighed. “Mmhmm. I have to manage everything in the Lawson family, deal with the unruly old timers at the Lawson Group who are just waiting for me to slip up, trying to usurp my position and reclaim their former authority.”

Elliot massaged her shoulders skillfully as he whispered softly in her ear, “If that’s the case, I’ll give you the pampering you deserve tonight. Are you still satisfied with that bold and sensual dance from a couple of days ago?”

Sheena’s cheeks instantly flushed as she recalled his provocative dance on the bed.

It was too tempting to resist. Unfortunately, she could not indulge due to her menstrual cycle.

“Tonight’s out of the question. My period isn’t over yet. It’s only torturing if we can’t do anything after all the teasing

Elliot nodded understandingly, taking off his suit jacket to drape over her slender shoulders.

“It’s chilly at night and catching a cold would only worsen your menstrual cramps.”

Howard emerged from the living room as they chatted, his expression grim.

Sheena noticed his demeanor and asked, “Howard, what did you discuss with Romello?”

“I wanted to see Phoebe, but he wouldn’t allow it.”

Sheena tried to reassure him, saying, “Forget it. After all, we’re at the Nicholls residence right now, and Romello is Phoebe’s elder brother. Stirring up trouble would only put her in a difficult position.”

Howard’s expression remained solemn. “Nana, something doesn’t feel right, but I can’t put my finger on it.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Not seeing Phoebe made him anxious.

Sheena and Elliot exchanged glances, both wearing serious expressions but refraining from saying. anything

In the garden of the Nicholls residence, colorful lights twinkled, and even the setting was beautifully decorated.

Guests arrived one after another.

Half an hour later, the garden was bustling with extravagantly dressed noble guests.

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Sheena, Elliot, and Howard sat together at a table, sipping red wine.

Due to Sheena’s ongoing menstrual cycle, she had a cup of warm milk instead.

Because of Phoebe’s celebrity status, Romello specially invited several major international media reporters and a popular female idol group to perform a dance on stage.

After a sensual dance performance, the atmosphere at the venue grew increasingly lively.

Romello took the stage and delivered official thanks to the guests as per the prepared script.

Howard waited and waited but still did not see Phoebe come out, gradually intensifying his anxiety.

Onstage, Romello continued speaking, briefly summarizing Phoebe’s difficult past growing up in an orphanage, attributing all responsibility to the kidnappers while conveniently omitting any mention of the Nicholls family’s shortcomings.

“Tonight, aside from celebrating the return of my sister, there’s another wonderful announcement to make on this great occasion.

Romello paused slightly, his expression mysterious.

Just now, I’ve agreed to the engagement request from the Santos family. In two weeks, we’ll be holding the engagement ceremony for Phoebe and Mr. Wayne Santos at the Welkin Hotel…”

With those words, the atmosphere at Sheena’s table turned icy instantly.

Romello continued with his speech, but Howard did not hear it.

His mind was fixated on Phoebe being engaged to Wayne.