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 gradually

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

cold and silent, refusing to acknowledge Nathaniel’s gesture

to Sheena, extending the glass to her.

Chapter 956

apology. I’ve heard he listens to you the most.

play, Sheena played the

you refuse, his toasting rounds for tonight will be

agreed, swayed by Sheena’s influence.

a respectful bow, Nathaniel held the glass up,

intercepted it, adhering to their earlier agreement, and

sip first.

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

to the situation.

sensing something

rounds of toasting each table of guests, Romello

to a secluded corner.

inquired, “Are you pulling some kind of

back?”

back, “Romello, what

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