Wait She s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson ) Chapter 645
Wait, She’s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson )
Chapter 645
Elliot suffered in silence, unable to speak as the bitterness lingered in his mouth. Downing a whole glass of water, he managed to relieve the taste somewhat.
The medicine further depleted his already weakened strength.
Feeling exhausted from the illness and medication, Elliot leaned against the headboard, his eyelashes fluttering.
Howard tucked the corner of Elliotâs blanket and rolled up his sleeves, inspecting the red marks on
his arm.
âLook! Corey hit me with the clothes hanger because of you. Itâs swollen.â
Realizing Elliot could not see, Howard guided Elliotâs hand to feel the bump on his arm.
âFeel it properly. Itâs pretty swollen. Arenât you being unfair to me if you keep stirring up trouble?
Elliot promptly withdrew his hand, asserting, âI donât have the habit of touching men.â
Howard chuckled, teasing him, âSo, you only have the habit of touching women?â
âI wonât touch any other woman except for Nana!â Elliot said firmly without hesitation.
Howard nodded in satisfaction. âThat sounds good. Remember, Nana is the darling of my Lawson family. If you dare to mistreat her or make her sad, all three of us wonât let you off easily!â
Elliot suppressed a smile.
Mentioning Sheena always brought him immense joy.
Downstairs, at the mansionâs entrance.
The National Investigation Bureau officials, blocked by the bodyguards, were confused when Corey emerged.
âMr. Corey, what are you doing here? Whereâs Mr. Jenkins?â
âME.
Wearing a stern expression, Corey replied, âHe has a cold and fever. Iâm taking care of him on behalf of my sister. If you have any business, speak to me.
Perplexed, the officials hesitated. âMr. Corey, you oversee the National Affairs Bureau, and Mr. Jenkins usually handles matters for the National Investigation Bureau. Moreover, this involves the National Investigation Bureauâs classified information. Please let us in to meet Mr. Jenkins.â
Corey maintained his fierce demeanor, eyeing the documents they held.
Slowly extending his hand, he said, âGive me the files. Iâll personally deliver them to him.â
âNo, besides passing the files, we must report to Mr. Jenkins in person!â
Corey frowned, obviously displeased, and the atmosphere turned tense.
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âNo need for a report as he can review the files himself. I have no interest in your National Investigation Bureau documents. Unless⦠youâre doubting me?â
âNo way! Mr. Corey, you would never do such a thingâ¦â
Corey was uninterested in listening to nonsense.
âHand them over!â
Under his imposing pressure, the officials reluctantly handed over the documents.
âNow get lost,â Corey dismissed them, turning to head back into the mansion.
Just a few steps in, the entrance stirred with commotion again.
Peter arrived, accompanied by his men, and Stanley trailed behind.
âWhatâs going on with Elliot lately? Even Uncle Grant canât reach him. Why is he putting up such airs? Iâve come to invite him personally, and if he dares to stall me, his grandpa might have to come next!â
Peter scolded the bodyguards sternly, intentionally speaking loudly.
Corey furrowed his brow even tighter, walking back to the entrance.
Seeing Corey, Peter was slightly surprised but greeted him with a smile.
âOh, what are you doing here?â
Considering Peter was an elder of the Jenkins family, Corey controlled his anger and responded politely, though not without irritation.
âItâs getting cold these days, and Elliot caught a cold and has a fever. Nana has been busy lately, so I came to help take care of him.â
Peter nodded politely. âI see.â
On the side, Stanley muttered, âWhy is he acting like heâs bedridden? Itâs just a minor illness, and he can still walk. Grandpa has invited him multiple times, yet he keeps finding excuses not to come. Heâs clearly doing it on purpose!â
âMr. Corey is right here. Donât speak recklessly!â Peter reprimanded him after he finished, feigning
concern.
He then smiled again at Corey, adding, âBut itâs true that Elliot keeps avoiding the senior members of the family, and itâs rather impolite.â