Chapter 920

The days of planning were about to go down the drain, making her expression particularly serious.

Sheena whispered to Lionel, “Screw it. Just open the door.”

Lionel was about to turn the doorknob when the crisp sound of a bullet being loaded rang

out.

Romello stood two meters away, holding a gun, coldly aiming it at Lionel’s head.

He menacingly threatened, “Lionel, you led the troops to trespass into my home and flaunt your power. Don’t you dare think I won’t act against you just because of Elliot! If you dare to open this door and disturb my mom’s rest, I’ll end you right this moment.” Romello, as the superior, left Lionel with no choice but to reluctantly let go.

Sheena stepped forward, blocking the barrel of the gun and shielding Lionel behind her.

She looked at Romello, explaining, “Mr. Romello, my crystal earrings were stolen at the tea party. All the ladies who attended the tea party have been checked. Lionel was just doing his job. There’s no need to draw a gun, is there?”

Romello’s raised hand did not lower, his chilling aura lingering.

“Mrs. Jenkins, I’ve already been briefed by the bodyguards when I arrived. If you suspect Gabrielle of stealing the earrings, you should ask her for it instead of conducting a search in my house.”

Gabrielle isn’t home. I don’t know where she went. What if she stole my earrings and, fearing consequences, she intentionally returned to the

for it. If she did steal your

Sheena frowned. “Romello…”

letting her finish, Romello interrupted, “Mrs. Jenkins, it’s late.

and leave the

left no room for

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looked anxiously at Sheena, who

in the corridor became tense.

Romello was back.

deputy chief of the National Investigation Bureau, his rank was higher than Lionel’s. Hence, his words left Sheena and Lionel with no room

Romello, since you don’t welcome me, I’ll leave,” Sheena said with a

welcome. Phoebe is sick, and

to continue, “Last time, you mentioned that Phoebe was sick with just a common cold. Why hasn’t she recovered yet? It’s

a viral flu. It’s a bit severe and contagious, so I’ve locked down the Nicholls residence to

gesturing politely

Sheena had to leave with

they took a few steps, the sound of iron chains clashing, rhythmic and distinct came from the tightly closed and

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