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.

this subtle action, and his gaze gradually turned

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

refusing to acknowledge Nathaniel’s gesture as if he

Sheena, extending the glass

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

this play, Sheena played

and it doesn’t mean anything. But if you refuse, his toasting rounds for tonight will be

swayed by Sheena’s influence.

bow, Nathaniel held the

it, Sheena intercepted it, adhering to

sip

of her drink, Nathaniel kept his gaze lowered, the dim, twinkling lights in the garden obscuring

to the situation.

sensing something

rounds of toasting each table

aside to a secluded corner.

quietly inquired, “Are you pulling some kind

back?”

was confused, questioning back, “Romello, what do you

your life. How