Wait She s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson ) Chapter 680

Chapter 680

Sheena remained silent, het gare fixed on Lionel, who was barely clinging to life. She felt a

suffocating heaviness in her chest, and she dug her nails into her palm to suppress the roaring anger

within her.

Nathaniel continued, “You can choose to keep the child, but for the next few days, you must stay in the small apartment and behave. No tricks on our wedding day. After the ceremony, I’ll release Lionel immediately and send him back to Froania with Clear. I mean what I say this time.”

Sheena bit her lip.

Het alone against the safety of her unborn child, Lionel, and Clear.

The conditions seemed favorable to her.

“Alright, but you can’t torment Lionel anymore. To show my sincerity in marrying you without any tricks…”

Sheena’s words trailed off as she voluntarily removed the emerald ring from her finger, placing it in Nathaniel’s hand.

It was her only personal weapon, and surrendering it was a genuine display of commitment.

Nathaniel was pleased.

“Alright, no more beating him. I’ll send a doctor to treat him later, and he’ll be well taken care of. Is that arrangement satisfactory to you?”

“You better keep your word.”

“Rest assured.” Nathaniel smiled, checking the temperature of her hand warmer. “Let’s go. The dungeon is too cold, especially for someone pregnant. It’s not suitable for a long stay.”

Sheena did not say anything more and cast a lingering, concerned look at Lionel before leaving.

As they left, Lionel’s hands, suspended all night, were finally let down. His body hit the ground, and the pain woke him. His arms felt dislocated, making it difficult for him to move.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Are you still alive?”

“Hey, if you can hear me, please respond.”

“Hey…”

Concerned voices from the neighboring cell echoed incessantly–a girl with an accent similar to

theirs.

Chapter 680

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Lionel’s hazy consciousness was awakened, and he croaked a dry “hm” as a response.

Through the small iron window high on the wall, the relieved voice of the girl next door reached him.

“Why were you thrown in here for such a serious punishment? What did you do?

Lionel lay flat, weakly gazing at the plich–black ceiling

“I tried to steal something from the palace. They caught me. But, even if I hadn’t done that, that monster would still torture me.”

The girl sighed. “So, are you okay? Are you hungry? The guards brought food yesterday, and I secretly hid a bun. If you want it, I can toss it over to you.

In the dungeon, they only served meals once daily, and missing it meant going hungry until the next day.

Lionel glanced at the small iron window high on the wall.

Considering the girl’s voice, she seemed to be around nineteen.

Could she really throw something over?

“No need, I’m not hungry. Keep it for yourself.

He was curious about the girl’s initiative to talk. “Were you scared by the commotion last night? I dared to steal from the palace. Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“I’m not afraid of you, but last night was terrifying. I couldn’t sleep the whole night.”

She curled up against the wall, holding back tears. “I’ve been locked up for several days. Last night, I overheard you talking to that bad guy. It’s so rare to encounter someone with a similar accent to mine. I was afraid you’d be beaten to death.”

If he were really killed, she would be alone again, with no one to talk to.

Lionel smiled faintly. “You’re so young. Why are you locked up here? What did you do?”

“I don’t know why they locked me up. A few days ago, my dad and I went abroad for a trip. I fell asleep in the hotel, and when I woke up, I was here.”

Lionel listened quietly. “Where’s your dad?”

“I don’t know. Since I got locked up, I haven’t seen him. I shouted at the door every day for the first few days, but no one responded. Maybe he’s not here.”

Lionel remained silent, contemplating the girl’s ordeal. Her story sounded like an international trafficking case.