Chapter 951

Nathaniel sat on the bed in the guest room, feeling a slight unease creeping into his mind.

He knew Romello too well–suspicious and overthinking.

Hence, he doubted Romello would easily believe what happened last night.

With this in mind, he decided to send a text to Elliot.

The next morning at the Nicholls residence’s dining table, Romello remained quiet, and everyone else ate in silence.

The spacious dining room echoed only with the crisp sounds of utensils against plates.

After what seemed like an eternity, Romello finally spoke up.

“Nathaniel, now that you’re back, let me announce to the public that you’re alive and arrange a banquet for you.”

Nathaniel looked conflicted, replying, “But, Romello, if Elliot finds out, he’ll surely try to capture me and subject me to torture in the secret interrogation room.

Observing Nathaniel’s nervous reaction, Romello’s guard eased slightly.

“Just don’t leave home before the banquet. I can guarantee your safety.”

“But, Romello…

“No buts,” Romello insisted, his tone brooked no argument. “You said last night you’d obey my commands. Have you forgotten so soon?”

Nathaniel agreed,

come to the study.

Romello instructed.

“Yes.”

room returned to its quiet

breakfast

Haven as she was forced to

headed off to the National Investigation Bureau,

Romello deepened with each passing moment.

from the soreness, allowing him to

on his own.

to remotely manage the quarterly reports

few minutes later, a bodyguard knocked on the

Angle yesterday, trying to meet Mrs. Jenkins,” the bodyguard

his tone turning cold as

seems he was discreetly ushered

the situation and asked, “Did he meet Elliot?”

“No.”

expression

“You may leave.”

bodyguard respectfully bowed and exited the study.

Nathaniel arrived at the

to see me privately.

“Yes, on the day of the banquet, I’ll assign you a

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