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.

him, Romello observed this subtle action, and his gaze

bygones be bygones,” Nathaniel urged, offering the

refusing to acknowledge Nathaniel’s gesture as if he were invisible.

turned to Sheena, extending the glass to her.

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

Sheena

drink, and it doesn’t mean anything. But if you refuse, his toasting rounds for tonight will be stuck at this first table. Just take it, or maybe you

swayed by Sheena’s influence.

bow, Nathaniel held the glass up, presenting it

it, adhering to their

sip first.

her drink, Nathaniel kept his gaze lowered, the dim, twinkling lights in the garden obscuring his expression. Yet, one could tell that he was

to the situation.

frowned, sensing something amiss.

his rounds of toasting each table

aside to a secluded

you pulling some kind of trick behind my

back?”

“Romello, what do you

your life. How could you stand by and watch her