Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 881

Under the moonlight, the man’s handsome face was incredibly grim, exuding a dreadful chill.

“R-Romello...”

Phoebe steadied herself, gripping the eyebrow trimmer tightly, mentally preparing to defend herself if needed.

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Romello’s face remained cold as he repeated, “What are you doing here at his hour? Didn't | tell y to follow the rules?” “4-1 couldn't sleep. | heard a noise coming from here, so | came up to check. | was just about back when you showed up.” She gulped anxiously, changing the subject.

“Romello, why are you here? It’s so late, and you're still dressed in military uniform...”

Romello’s expression did not change. “I had a mission from the bureau that | just completed. Since your return banquet will be held here tomorrow, | decided to stay here tonight.”

“Oh, | see. Thank you,” Phoebe said meekly, lowering her gaze. Romello remained impassive. “Go back to your room and rest.” “Yes.”

Phoebe nodded, recalling the sound of chains she heard earlier, and feeling unsettled. “Romello, does Mom really live on the top floor? | heard the sound of chains dragging on the floor earlier. Was it her?

“She’s already asleep. You must have misheard,” Romello replied, his face devoid of emotion.

“But...” Phoebe persisted, “I’m sure | heard it. | really heard the sound of chains. If Mom's the only one living on the top floor, could it be that you've locked her up?”

Romello’s eyes narrowed, glaring coldly at her, refusing to respond.

“Romello, I’m going to be part of the family from now on, and | hope we can be’more open with each other. | have the right to know the Nicholls family’s secrets.”

“You're overthinking. The Nicholls family doesn’t have any secrets to hide. I'll say this again. Go back to sleep.” Phoebe did not budge. “I’m not sleepy. Romello, can you please unlock the door? | want to check on

Mom.”

Romello did not even consider it. “No, she’s already asleep. You'll only disturb her.” It was a dead end, no matter what she said.

Phoebe was speechless.

“Tomorrow is your return banquet, and you'll have a lot to do. Go to sleep,” Romello softened his tone, coaxing her and taking the eyebrow trimmer from her hand.

“Alright,” Phoebe relented.

With Romello around, she knew sneaking up to the top floor to investigate was impossible. Hence, she would have to try another time.

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Romello caught her as she collapsed.

Though clad in honorable military attire, his face bore a sinister, dark aspect.

“Since you're so curious about the top floor, how could | not show you what’s there?” On the day of the return banquet.

Before dinner, Lionel and Jacintha were once again summoned to E&S Haven to assist Freida in taking care of the babies, as Sheena and Elliot would be attending the banquet together.

Before heading to the Nicholls residence, Sheena and Elliot went to see Howard. After meeting with him, they went together. Sitting in the elongated luxury car, Howard seemed somewhat uneasy, his jaw slightly tense.

Sensing his nervousness, Sheena said, “Howard, relax. Take it easy. It’s Phoebe’s special day, and you two can be together without judgment after this.”

“Mmhmm.”