Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 403

Sheena sat beside the gravestone, her head gently resting against it as if nestled in his embrace.

“During this time, Erin has become more obedient. I’ve enrolled her in the

Freeman Group for learning. You’ve given me the shares of the Freeman Group, but I don’t have the energy to manage it anymore. Once she can handle projects independently, I plan to let go gradually,” Sheena shared softly. “Eli, my days. have become so dull without your daily antics.”

“Lately, I keep dreaming of you. In my dreams, you tell me you didn’t really die, that it was a deliberate act to see how important you are to me… If only that were true,” Sheena continued, her voice barely audible.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes, cradling his cold gravestone as if holding onto his sturdy waist, snuggling into his embrace to sleep.

Sheena sent John and Sawyer to wait at a gazebo fifty meters outside the cemetery, and they could not see what was happening from their spot.

An hour passed, and Sheena still had not emerged.

John grew restless and, holding an umbrella, headed toward the cemetery. As he approached, he was subtly moved by the scene before him–Sheena leaning against the gravestone, her features serene, as if she were asleep.

Sheena seemed calm, exuding

and it was too late to say more.

before departing, claiming he might never return to Farlem.

days when they all used to play cards together. He gathered his thoughts and quickly approached Sheena, offering her his umbrella,

back. You still have to

leaving the cemetery

Freeman Group, Erin stood obediently in the office, waiting.

on, Sheena removed her fur coat and walked directly to

she had spent the entire night working

through it. She circled areas with a pen dipped in red ink, delivering cruel

complicated and unclear. I’ve emphasized that proposal language must be concise, straightforward, and preferably easily understood. Also, there are misspellings here and here. You need to double–check every time you finish writing. No shortcuts…” Sheena critiqued.

offered them, saying, “I understand. Next time, I’ll

found Erin with her head down, staring

the drawer, Erin tensed, expecting the imminent

opened her eyes and found Sheena placing a