Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 943

Romello made his way downstairs with great difficulty, supported carefully by the servants until he was settled into the main dining chair.

As he sat down, a piercing pain shot through his thighs and calves, making him wince in

agony.

Just descending the stairs and sitting down already made him sweat, and his handsome face grew slightly pale.

Frustrated from being watched and having pent–up frustrations, he grabbed a spoon and gruffly commanded, “Let’s eat!”

Marius and Gabrielle quickly lowered their heads and obediently picked up their utensils silently eating breakfast.

After a few moments of calm, Romello began to ask questions with a stern expression.

“Gabrielle, did you see Phoebe yesterday?”

Gabrielle paused, swallowing the last bite of her freshly toasted bread.

“No. I went over in the afternoon, but Sheena wasn’t at the mansion, and Phoebe wasn’t there either. I didn’t know where they had gone, so I came back.”

Crash!

In an instant, Romello swept several breakfast plates off the table, causing a racket of crashing sounds in the dining room.

Marius was startled by this sudden outburst, trembling with fear, even dropping his

utensils.

eyes welled up

tears instantly, stunned by the

came back without seeing them? You didn’t bother waiting at the Jenkins estate until you found Phoebe? What else are you good for besides being lazy and

into tears, unable to utter a

she was his beloved sister.

softened his tone slightly, commanding, “You must see Sheena

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bother coming back to

“Yes, I understand…”

distress as she cried, feeling deeply hurt and pitiful.

“Enough crying. No

covered her mouth, stifling her sobs, but tears

down her cheeks

ignored her and turned to

further, feeling a chill run down his spine, afraid

report to the National Investigation Bureau

I made arrangements with the Ninth Division to

after

tomorrow? And you chose the administrative department?”

grew darker and more ominous, with a storm brewing

arms being so sore, Romello would

then.

initiative. Yet, you never seem to forget a meal. What good are you to me? You’re such a useless brother, Marius! Get down on your