Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 1097

Elliot stared at Nathaniel across the table, his gaze icy and unyielding.

His tone was chilly, no longer bothering to conceal his direct confrontation.

“Aren’t you thinking too highly of yourself? If I can’t protect Sheena and our two kids, what makes you think your influence is stronger than mine?”

After all, Elliot had helped Nathaniel secure the position of head of the Nicholls family.

Currently, Nathaniel was still developing the Nicholls Group, and there were still many areas where he needed Sheena and Elliot’s assistance.

Moreover, Elliot’s influence in Froania was deeply rooted, almost unshakable.

With a flick of his finger, he could change any situation.

Nathaniel’s power was incomparable to his.

Previously, Elliot had tolerated Nathaniel’s hints, though he always responded with a subtle retort. This time, he could not bear it anymore.

Considering Nathaniel’s role as the godfather of Asher and Adora, Elliot reluctantly refrained from labeling him as a schemer.

Nathaniel’s face paled slightly, his eyes carrying a self–mocking sarcasm.

“Indeed, I overestimated myself. With you around, Sheena and the two kids will definitely be the happiest.”

Elliot’s displeased expression softened slightly.

Instead of offering the grilled pork belly to Sheena first, he placed it on Nathaniel’s plate.

“Eat more, lest you say we aren’t treating you well. Hopefully, the food will shut you up.”

Faced with Elliot’s direct challenge, Nathaniel felt somewhat embarrassed, knowing he could not do

much against Elliot.

men’s

a rare honor in all of Froania to be served by Ell. Moreover, he grilled the meat himself. You should

nodded, saying nothing

then shifted her gaze to

greater concern for Phoebe than for himself, silently hung

Farlem.

Chapte 1007

settled in, Hannah and Noah walked side by side on the streets after enjoying a delightful

working together and evenings dining

Mansion.

retreated to their respective rooms after dinner, with

the chance to

no crowd in the affluent business district, and the dim streetlights cast their long, narrow shadows.

unusually warm

his nervousness, Noah asked, “Hannah, tonight is our first official date. Can I hold your hand?

engaged, he still asked

Hannah felt touched, appreciating Noah’s

“Sure.”

granted, Noah boldly clasped

pressed against each other, fingers interlocked in the classic couple’s

pose.

both blushed like they were electrified, their palms sensitive and

street was quiet as they strolled, each passing moment feeling etched into

time, it was Hannah who

Mr.

course, he was taking her to a hotel to spend

walking, Noah felt increasingly nervous.

We’re almost there, and I think