Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 986

The medication had a sedative effect once injected.

While Phoebe slept peacefully, Sheena stayed with Howard, keeping him company for a while. For days, Howard’s focus had been solely on Phoebe, almost oblivious to the world around him.

It was not until this day that he asked, “How are things over at Romello’s?”

Sheena replied truthfully, “Something happened at the Nicholls residence. Madam Nicholls passed away unexpectedly. Elliot and Lionel are investigating the matter, but Romello insists that it was Nathaniel who did it. The crimes he committed were all based on Nathaniel’s confession, and he has thrown doubt on all the solid evidence. Elliot has him in the interrogation room, and they’ll have to find conclusive evidence again before he can be convicted.”

Howard’s brow furrowed with concern as he gently rubbed Phoebe’s hand.

In a deep, solemn tone, he asked, “Is there any chance he could completely overturn the evidence, get acquitted, and leave Nathaniel taking the blame?”

Sheena confidently replied, “Impossible. Nathaniel has suffered a lot to help us find evidence this time. Both Elliot and I won’t let him take the fall for nothing.”

Howard nodded in agreement. “Right. Nathaniel has gone through so much for us. As for Romello, he’s just a heartless beast.”

His voice was hoarse, seething with anger.

Phoebe lay in bed in a drowsy haze when suddenly, she furrowed her brow and withdrew her hand.

from Howard’s tight grip.

lips murmured softly, “Romello, it’s m–mine…”

words were barely audible.

gently pressing his lips to hers, asking tenderly, “Phoebe, what did your say?

“Phoebe, what did Romello

struggled uneasily, mumbling, “Engagement… with Wayne… must listen… Romello’s

few words revealed a wealth

could prove that Romello had indeed used hypnotic techniques on her.

glance, both thinking along the same

to call Elliot, asking him to bring in a professional neuropsychologist from the National

she gripped her phone tightly, feeling a hint of relief inside.

moving in a positive direction,

sat in a small office in the National

not tasked with accompanying Jacob on missions. Elliot had given him the day off to rest

instructions to destroy everything on the top

Marius’s mind…

small glass vial he had discreetly taken earlier.

well, with a tiny amount of

it seemed like

the backyard.