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.

welled up

with tears instantly, stunned by the sudden outburst.

bother waiting at the Jenkins estate until you found Phoebe? What else are you good for besides being lazy and

tears, unable to utter a word.

she was his

his tone slightly, commanding, “You must see Sheena

Chapter 943

or don’t bother coming back to see

“Yes, I understand…”

increasing signs of distress as she cried, feeling deeply

Romello ordered, “Enough crying. No

mouth, stifling her

down her

her and turned to

intense gaze, Marius lowered his head even further, feeling a chill run down

the National Investigation Bureau

was swamped at the company yesterday. I made arrangements with the Ninth Division to report to the

after

tomorrow? And you chose the administrative

more ominous, with a storm brewing in

so sore, Romello would have beaten

then.

the bureau, but you showed no initiative. Yet, you never seem to forget a meal. What good are you to me?