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.

subtle action, and his gaze

and let bygones be bygones,” Nathaniel urged, offering the glass to Elliot.

remained cold and silent, refusing to acknowledge Nathaniel’s gesture as if

then turned to Sheena, extending the

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he listens to you the most. For old times‘ sake, do you

this play, Sheena

toasting rounds for tonight

Elliot agreed, swayed by Sheena’s

bow, Nathaniel held the glass

it, Sheena intercepted it, adhering to their earlier agreement, and

a sip first.

kept his gaze lowered, the dim, twinkling lights in the garden

to the situation.

sensing something

his rounds of toasting

aside to a

“Are you pulling some kind of

back?”

confused, questioning back, “Romello, what do you mean?”

pursued all your life. How could you stand by and watch her drink