Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

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.”

I don’t know where she went. What if she stole my earrings and, fearing consequences, she intentionally returned to the Nicholls residence to hide the earrings and went out to avoid it?”

she did steal your earrings,

Sheena frowned. “Romello…”

interrupted, “Mrs.

the Nicholls

blunt eviction order left no room

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Sheena, who remained silent.

atmosphere in the corridor

Romello was back.

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

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

is sick, and my mom isn’t well. We don’t entertain guests at the Nicholls

Phoebe, Sheena took the opportunity to continue, “Last time, you mentioned that Phoebe was sick with just a common cold. Why hasn’t she recovered yet? It’s been so long. What exactly is her illness?”

bit severe and contagious, so I’ve locked down the Nicholls residence to prevent visitors, fearing they might get infected.”

two steps back, gesturing politely toward Sheena

had to

a few steps, the sound of iron chains clashing, rhythmic and distinct came from the