Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 352

“Hm?” Not getting an immediate response, Sheena’s expression grew colder. She pinched the soft flesh on Elijah’s lower back and asked, “Are you contemplating which excuse sounds better to deceive me with?”

Caught in his thoughts, Elijah began to explain in a solemn tone. “It was Lionel. I didn’t want the wound to scar, so I had him bring a box of scar removal cream. It’s in the first drawer of the bedside

table.”

“As for the wound on my back, Lionel applied the ointment. The improvement in my condition is thanks to your antidote, which helped restore some of my strength.”

Sheena was amused by Elijah’s reply, teasing, “If it’s just a box of scar removal cream, he could’ve given it to Ford to pass on to you. As for your injury, Ford could apply the ointment for you. Yet, Lionel drugged my people and invaded the mansion. Do you think I’ll believe that?”

Unfazed, Elijah calmly continued, “He acted recklessly in this matter. I’ll make sure he apologizes to Ford and the others next time.”

Meanwhile, Lionel, leisurely leaving the mansion area, sneezed twice, unaware that he was being blamed for this.

Sheena scoffed at how good Elijah was at finding excuses as everything played out quite convincingly. There was probably a mix of truth and fiction in his statements, but he remained stubborn, refusing to confess. Hence, she would have to investigate on her own later.

his ear, and whispered softly, “So, from what you’re saying, not

you also lied.”

good Sheena was at reading

ear, making his already warm

he mumbled, “Yes, I admit

quite straightforward

a thin shirt, Elijah felt the chill on his exposed limbs and the uncovered wound on

not rush to undo the belt still wrapped around his wrists. Instead, she continued in a casual tone, “So, how do you want

turned even redder.

say something so embarrassing and

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truly

do I have to choose

the effects of your medicine have worn off, and I assume your stamina is no longer an issue, how about kneeling in the garden all night or letting Paul whip you two hundred times?

a chill in his