Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 283

Following the command, the assassins from both sides charged forward in a menacing wave. Sheena, looking solemn, grabbed Ford and Paul’s hands, and whispered, “I’ve informed Howard. You two mustn’t risk your lives. I need you both to stay alive!”

In the brief moments she spoke with the assassins, Sheena discreetly sent a message from her phone. Howard’s men would at most take ten minutes to arrive.

Ford and Paul, determined to protect her, threw themselves into the fight against the oncoming assassins,

Sheena struggled with the tight fit of the evening gown as she lifted her legs. Quickly tearing a small strip of fabric from the dress’s slit, she used it to bandage her injured right shoulder and stop the bleeding.

In the midst of this, an assassin charged at her. She swiftly sidestepped and delivered a powerful kick to the man’s legs. He winced in pain, and before he could react, Sheenal decisively knocked him out with a sharp strike.

The fight of 40 against three was extremely chaotic.

Inside the cabin, a bloody battle unfolded. Lionel and Logan were formidable, but Bethany’s reinforcements proved to be no pushovers. The intense clash persisted for five minutes.

Haunted by Bethany’s words, Elijah felt an uncontrollable pang in his heart. He could not wait any longer. Every minute spent here meant greater danger for Sheena.

find Sheena. The rest

seized the assailants‘ knives, their eyes burning with determination. However, the sheer number of enemies overwhelmed

in another slash to her arm, leaving a long gash and causing her entire limb to tremble uncontrollably

her lip, enduring the pain

and Paul were covered in bruises and blood, enduring numerous cuts yet still fighting on. If they continued like this, they would meet their end here before Howard arrived.

blood splatter, her anger surging

endured tonight would be repaid a thousandfold in the days

the stone pillar at the edge of Clear Crane Bridge, the wind tousled her bloodied

She looked at the assassins with an icy gaze, and despite being wounded, she still exuded an innate presence of nobility and arrogance.

can’t escape. But even if I must die, I’ll choose the way I go!” After roaring these words, she leaped off the

“Miss! No!”

she heard Ford’s desperate

The dim yellow glow of the streetlights on the bridge became the only light in her eyes.

eyes.

with that was a tender and clear voice speaking, “Let’s buy some flowers.