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 v

with tears instantly, stunned

in a low voice, “You just came back without seeing them? You didn’t bother waiting at the

into tears, unable to

all, she was his beloved sister.

tone slightly, commanding, “You must see Sheena and Phoebe

Chapter 943

don’t bother coming back to see me.‘

“Yes, I understand…”

of distress as she cried, feeling deeply hurt

Romello ordered, “Enough crying. No

covered her mouth, stifling her sobs, but tears continued to

her

ignored her and turned to Marius.

further, feeling a

to the National Investigation

was taken aback. “Romello, I was swamped at the company yesterday. I made arrangements with the Ninth Division to report to

after

day after tomorrow? And you chose

more ominous, with a storm brewing

for his arms being so sore, Romello

then.

but you showed no initiative. Yet, you never seem to forget a meal. What good are you to me? You’re such a useless brother,