Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 956

As the banquet was about to start, Romello seamlessly flashed a gracious smile and made his way to the stage.

Sheena and the now beautifully dressed Gabrielle descended the stairs together.

The round tables in the garden were filled with upper–class guests.

Romello delivered a well–spoken five–minute welcome speech, and Nathaniel stood quietly beside him, playing the role of the obedient younger brother.

Tonight, being a formal occasion, Nathaniel had shaved off his stubble, looking notably younger. Despite the roughness on his weathered face being more pronounced than before, it was not too noticeable in the dim evening light, and he still appeared as handsome as he was.

After the speeches concluded, Nathaniel, under Romello’s direction, proceeded to toast

each table.

Given Elliot’s influence in Froania, naturally, he was the first to be honored.

Nathaniel approached Elliot’s table slowly, with Romello quietly trailing behind, resembling a concerned older brother, making sure his younger sibling acted. appropriately.

“Mr. Jenkins, there’s been too much between us, and it’s all my fault. Tonight, I want to make amends by pouring you a drink myself. I hope we can put the past behind us and move on,” Nathaniel said with a smile, pouring expensive red wine into a glass held out by a servant.

Unbeknownst to Elliot, a white powder discreetly slipped into the rich red wine as Nathaniel poured.

Romello observed this subtle action, and his gaze gradually

Mr. Jenkins. Let’s drink to this and let bygones

refusing to acknowledge Nathaniel’s gesture as if he were

to Sheena,

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you the most. For

this play, Sheena played the mediator.

mean anything. But if you refuse, his toasting rounds for tonight will be stuck at this first table. Just take it, or maybe you drink half, and I’ll drink

Elliot agreed, swayed by Sheena’s influence.

the glass up, presenting it

for it, Sheena intercepted it, adhering

sip first.

the dim, twinkling

to the situation.

frowned, sensing something amiss.

his rounds of toasting

aside to a secluded

quietly inquired, “Are you pulling some

back?”

confused, questioning back, “Romello, what do

the woman you’ve pursued all your