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

tears instantly, stunned by the sudden outburst.

Romello questioned in a low voice, “You just 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 avoiding your

unable to utter a

all, she was his beloved

commanding, “You must see Sheena and Phoebe

Chapter 943

or don’t bother coming back

“Yes, I understand…”

showed increasing signs of distress as she cried, feeling deeply hurt

crying. No more

her sobs, but tears continued

her cheeks uncontrollably.

and turned

Romello’s intense gaze, Marius lowered his head even further, feeling a chill

report to the National Investigation Bureau

swamped at the company yesterday. I made

day after

you

and more ominous, with a storm brewing in

his arms being so sore, Romello would have

then.

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