Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 282

Ford drove more steadily this time as it was nighttime, and Sheena had consumed a bit of alcohol.

However, Sheena was far from idle in the car, reading through the recent financial the Freeman Group

with a laptop on her lap.

reports of

Paul yawned repeatedly, feeling a bit sleepy, while Ford remained focused on driving. With minimal

traffic and closed windows, the car was quiet. As they passed Clear Crane Bridge, Ford suddenly

detected a faint beeping sound inside the car.

It started slow, then gradually became more urgent, akin to a countdown.

Realizing something, Ford’s face turned pale and shouted, “Damn it! Ms. Sheena, jump out of the car

right now!”

The three reacted swiftly, opening the car doors and leaping out. Just as they exited the vehicle, the

red Passat exploded. The impact was intense, sending them flying two meters away, and the explosion

scattered car debris in all directions. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sheena’s right shoulder was grazed by the flying shards, and the pain quickly spread throughout her

body as blood trickled down her arm.

Shocked by the terrifying sight, Ford and Paul hurriedly got up to assess her condition.

“You got hurt under my watch! I deserve to die!” Ford scolded himself, slapping his own face in

remorse.

Sheena, enduring the pain, reassured him, “It’s not your fault.”

The explosion indicated that a timed bomb had been planted in the car beforehand, and Sheena

instantly understood why the dramatic scene unfolded at the charity gala.

Jennifer, aware that she could not harm Sheena directly, staged a public confrontation to force

Sheena’s bodyguards to reveal themselves, providing an opportunity to tamper with her car.

“What are you standing around for? Hurry up and get Ms. Sheena to the hospital!” Paul shouted.

Helping Sheena up, they had barely taken a few steps when they heard a rapid, forceful approach of

footsteps. Soon, men in black suits equipped with knives appeared on the dimly lit road.

The night turned ominous as a sense of impending danger surrounded them.

The roads at both ends of Clear Crane Bridge were blocked, trapping them on the bridge.

Ford and Paul shielded Sheena in the center, defensively facing the approaching assassins from both

sides.

Sheena quickly estimated the number of enemies–20 on each end of the bridge. After tallying up the

numbers, she chuckled.

“I didn’t expect such a delightful gift from that person! Forty elite assassins just to take down a delicate

woman like me. They must really think highly of me.

The killers on both sides maintained solemn expressions, silent as they continued their advance.

“With a ratio of forty to three, and considering my injured shoulder, I hardly stand a chance in this

situation,” Sheena continued, her eyes glistening as she smiled alluringly, her voice soft and delicate,

“Since I’m on the verge of death anyway, could you at least tell me who sent you? Let me die with

some understanding.”

The lead assassin on the right side could not contain himself. “Ms. Sheena, it’s not just one member of

the Lawson family who wishes for your death.”

This implied that all the conspiracies were decisions made collectively.

gaze

Sheena lowered her and sighed, appearing helpless and wronged as she whined, “But I don’t

understand where I went wrong. They’ve tried to kill me several times, and I’ve already left Svelton.

Why won’t they let me go?”

The lead assassin lowered his head. When he looked up again, his expression turned cold and

merciless.

“Sorry about this! You can ask Hades himself about these matters!” “Attack!”