Wait She s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson ) Chapter 918
Wait, She’s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson )
Chapter 918
After saying that, Romello turned around and swiftly left.
âRomello!â Elliot called out, but there was no response.
Romello was determined to rush back to the Nicholls residence.
Glancing at his wristwatch, Elliot noted that Sheena and Lionelâs search probably had not concluded yet.
With a cold expression, he quickly got up and left the National Investigation Bureau, heading toward the Nicholls residence by car.
Meanwhile, the soldiers from the Fourth Division were meticulously searching, pretending to be thorough but not damaging any furniture in the mansion.
âCaptain, thereâs an update!â One of the soldiers ran out of the mansion and saluted Lionel.
Lionel responded, âSpeak.â
âThe top floor is locked, so we couldnât search it.â
Lionel immediately turned toward the butler standing nearby, who looked panicked.
âAbsolutely not! The top floor is where Madam Nicholls rests. Sheâs currently sleeping, and you cannot disturb her! Besides, thereâs no way the earrings could be hidden up
there!â
He
e remained resolute, adding, âThe top floor is a restricted area set up by Mr. Romello himself. Even Gabrielle isnât allowed up there. If Mr. Romello finds out the top floor has been searched, heâll be furious! Besides, heâs the deputy chief of the National Investigation Bureau. Are you not afraid heâll hold you accountable for this intrusion?â
Lionel seemed somewhat conflicted, discreetly glancing at Sheenaâs expression.
Even Sheena had not anticipated the butlerâs staunch attitude and remained silent for a moment.
Suddenly, a soldier hurried over to Sheena and whispered something in her ear.
âMrs. Jenkins, Ms. Phoebe isnât in her room.
If Phoebe was not in her room, it meant she was indeed on the top floor!
Sheena glared at the butler, her demeanor growing increasingly firm.
âThose earrings of mine are now rare collectorsâ items, worth over a hundred million on the market. If Gabrielle truly stole them, the punishment for her crime wonât be light. If you want to clear her name, youâd better step aside.â
Lionel chimed in immediately, âIf you persist in obstructing the National Investigation Bureauâs investigation, Iâll have no choice but to charge you with hindering official duties and have you arrested.â
The butler was taken aback by
Why was he suddenly arrested?
the sudden turn of events.
The bodyguard tried to call Romello but could not get through, unsure if Romello would
even return.
He definitely did not want to spend a few nights in a National Investigation Bureau holding cellâ¦
Growing increasingly anxious, the butler reluctantly relented.
âFine, Iâll open the door. Iâll take you up.â
Sheena and Lionel exchanged a glance before following him upstairs.
Upon reaching the top floor, the butler retrieved the key, his hands trembling with hesitation at the secrets within.
Seeing his reluctance, Lionel decisively took the key from him and opened the door
himself.
As it was already nighttime, the hallway on the top floor was shrouded in darkness, with no lights illuminating the way.
Occasional gusts of cold wind added to the eerie atmosphere.
Soon, the heavy iron door creaked open.
Lionel took the lead, keeping Sheena shielded behind him.
It was too dark inside, and Sheena turned to the butler, saying, âTurn on the lights.â
The butler wore a grim expression, replying, âMrs. Jenkins, the lights outside on the top
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floor are broken. They canât be turned on.â
Sheena was puzzled, asking, âHow could someone who cares about his reputation so much would not have the lights fixed?â
The butler stammered out an explanation, âUm⦠itâs because of Madam Nicholls. Yes, Madam Nicholls. Sheâs not in good health and is sensitive to bright lights, so she doesnât like going out during the day. Mr. Romello hasnât replaced the lights because of her.â
âItâs okay, Sheena.â
Lionel turned on his small flashlight and led her further inside.