Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 428

Taking advantage of Elliot’s intense pain, Sheena swiftly removed his mask.

When their eyes met, the air seemed to stagnate for a moment. Sheena stared at his face in shock. Except for the eyes, almost all of his facial features had changed, bearing only a few resemblances to Elijah, noticeable upon closer inspection.

Yet, Elliot’s gaze and subtle movements could not deceive her.

He was unmistakably Elijah!

“Why is your face different? Are you wearing a skin mask?” Sheena harshly tugged at his face,

attempting to unveil his disguise.

Elliot restrained her small hand, his tone serious. “It’s different because I’m Elliot Jenkins, and I always have been Elliot!”

“I don’t believe you! Did you get plastic surgery? Thinking a new face would fool me? If you have the guts, gouge out your eyeballs and replace them!” Sheena seethed with anger.

Unfortunately, apart from the similarity, she could not find any favorable proof on Elliot’s face.

Recalling Elijah’s severe burns and whip marks on his back before the incident, she broke free from

his grip and directly started removing his clothes.

“Ms. Lawson, isn’t it inappropriate to undress me on our first proper meeting?”

“Shut up! Turn around! If you’re not guilty, let me check!”

ahead

his hands halfway, allowing her to investigate.

a degree of

shirt out from beneath the belt, lifting it along with

revealing

pleasing in the

injuries, not even the deep scar Elijah had from being cut when he went to the mountains to find her. Slowly releasing her grip, she staggered backward, stepping all the way to the edge

dazed, disappointment overwhelming her.

rationality returned.

Sheena had witnessed his burial. Moreover, Elijah and Elliot came from vastly different family backgrounds, making a connection between the two seem

throbbed with pain, feeling the despair of thinking something was regained, only to lose

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washed over

in Elliot’s presence, she forcibly held back her tears.

for someone else,” Sheena uttered.

exhaled, turning to

2/2

Lawson, did you mistake me for your ex–husband just now? It seems like

the sofa, grabbed the half–empty bottle of red wine from the table, and

mouth.

“Drinking like this is not

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or later, Mr. Jenkins. Mind your own business,” Sheena said indifferently, opening another bottle

again. “If you want to drink, I’ll accompany