Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 200

Sheena could not be bothered to continue exposing him, simply saying, “It’s already one o’clock in the morning, so it’s better to get some sleep now as you have to wake up at six to make breakfast. Don’t play tricks this time, or you won’t be eating all day.”

After that, she turned around and headed back to the third floor.

Due to the delay, there were no more sounds from Lionel’s side, indicating that he had probably sensed something unusual. Elijah closed the curtains, intending to find another opportunity to contact Lionel later.

The next morning, Elijah got up on time per Sheena’s instructions. As he walked down the stairs, he noticed the bodyguards bustling around, bringing in something from outside. Elijah was surprised to find out that it was all his luggage, delivered at such an early hour. The bodyguards pointed at the stack of boxes that reached a person’s height, their tone slightly mocking as they said, “Mr. Freeman, it would be appreciated if you could pack these up before Ms. Sheena wakes up. She doesn’t like a messy environment and won’t be pleased if she sees it.”

Elijah did not respond, well aware that this was a deliberate challenge.

With his current strength, he estimated he would get tired halfway through the move. Hence, how could he manage all this, especially with the need to prepare breakfast before Sheena woke up?

Seeing him hesitate, the bodyguard teased, “Mr. Freeman, if you can’t do it, you can ask us for help.”

A cold glint flashed in Elijah’s eyes as he immediately started moving the luggage.

body, revealing faint glimpses of abs and obliques. She had

asked, “Is

box. Please wait a moment,” Elijah replied through gritted teeth. It was as if the fatigue would

first aid kit she took from the storage

into clean clothes before heading downstairs. Passing by Sheena, he did not spare

when she saw Elijah carrying two plates of warm dishes, placing them

returned to the kitchen to fetch another plate

busy figure, mildly surprised. In just one night, this man had adapted to all the arrangements she had made. In the morning, he not only

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cook and organize his time efficiently, effortlessly dealing with

more than he seemed to be, and Sheena could not shake the feeling that he was hiding

the table and stood quietly on the side,

obedient appearance and thought he was acting

on an act, brewing up

down without revealing anything and began to taste the breakfast. The French toast was a bit soggy, and