Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 388

Soon, a magnetic and deep voice sounded.

“I, Elijah Freeman, promise that after the one–year employment period, I’ll disappear from your world forever.”

Sheena leaned against the foot of the bed, sliding down to the floor as tears gradually streamed down her cheeks.

Elijah had disappeared before the contract was up, and she did not even have time to say goodbye.

This night felt exceptionally long. Sheena stayed awake, staring blankly out of the window. She stayed up until her eyes became dry and swollen.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at her door, and she wiped away her tears.

“What is it?”

John stood outside the door and reported, “Miss, Lionel has already sent Mr. Freeman’s ashes back to the Freeman mansion. The day of Mr. Freeman’s funeral has been set, just three days from now.”

Sheena was surprised to hear that his funeral would be held so soon.

Howard and Lionel helped Faye with the funeral arrangements.

felt uneasy. Knowing that Sheena could not handle the guilt, he took the initiative to help

unnoticed by the media, and the wealthy families in the know dared not gossip, allowing Elijah to have a peaceful passing.

was bleak for these three days, with constant drizzles and

rumbled loudly, and the atmosphere was cold and gloomy. A torrential downpour mercilessly poured

cemetery, giving an eerie and chilling sight from a distance. Only a few people attended, including the relatives of the Freeman

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approached to pay

held Elijah’s ashes, crying uncontrollably. Her tears had almost dried up over these three days. If it were not for her determination to see Elijah’s funeral through, she might

repeatedly calling out Elijah’s name.

with an overwhelming sense

in black without makeup, her eyes red but calm, closely observed the proceedings inside the cemetery. Her bodyguards had gone inside to mourn Elijah, but Sheena

soaked by the heavy rain, she still appeared dignified and composed.

turning pale from the cold,

him, refusing the jacket.

gone. Why torture yourself? You’ll get sick if you continue like this. If he were still here, he wouldn’t want to see you burdened with guilt,” Howard

lowered her hand, allowing Howard to wrap the suit jacket around her. Howard helped her wipe off the wet