Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 546

Elliot nodded obediently and said, “Thank you.”

He began to carefully choose his words, confessing honestly, “The cigarettes are indeed mine. I asked Lionel to buy them, but I didn’t intend to smoke them.”

The simmering anger in Sheena’s chest continued to charm. She took a deep breath, holding her anger back.

“Still not telling the truth? It seems you’ve been secretly doing this behind my back many times. Come clean. How many cigarettes have you smoked?”

Elliot felt wronged. “I only instructed Lionel this afternoon and was already caught by you in the evening. I really didn’t smoke any.”

Sheena suppressed her anger once again, picked up the cigarette box from the table, opened it, and showed it to him.

“When I came over, the cabinet drawer was slightly open, as if it had just been opened today. And this top box is clearly missing one. Do you still want to deny it?”

Elliot was taken aback.

So, that was how it was discovered!

Moreover, Lionel even put the pack of cigarettes he had used the day in the drawer.

Was he just careless, or did he have malicious intentions?

Suppressing the urge to confront Lionel immediately, Elliot consciously changed his crouching posture into a kneeling one.

I didn’t even light it at all. If you don’t believe me, you can

squinted her beautiful eyes and sneered, “You could’ve just taken a shower and changed your clothes after smoking it. I won’t smell it that

not believe him

corners of his eyes turned red with frustration. He delicately grasped her sleeve with his fingertips as if seeking a bit of

each other. I’m telling the truth, please believe me this

you deny that the cigarettes were yours just now? So, which statement should I

was speechless, trapped by Lionel and his

Chapter 546

lower lip hard, feeling a heavy discomfort from his

the tears in his eyes, a sign of immense grievance, pity, and helplesstiese,

snapped, suddenly pinching his cheek with her fingertips, forcing him to open his

mouth.

he lowered his gaze, and the bright red bloodstains on his thin lips were particularly striking, adding a touch

made a mistake, yet you’re feeling

sighed, feeling a bit of pity. She bent and kissed his lips, her tongue gently soothing the pain

and iron lingered in their

meeting his gaze up close. Secretly unable to bear looking at

smoke, the intact cigarette should still be there. Find it, and I’ll believe

in Elliot’s

abruptly

Damn it!

the cigarette together