Wait She s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson ) Chapter 951

Chapter 951

Nathaniel sat on the bed in the guest room, feeling a slight unease creeping into his mind.

He knew Romello too well–suspicious and overthinking.

Hence, he doubted Romello would easily believe what happened last night.

With this in mind, he decided to send a text to Elliot.

The next morning at the Nicholls residence’s dining table, Romello remained quiet, and everyone else ate in silence.

The spacious dining room echoed only with the crisp sounds of utensils against plates.

After what seemed like an eternity, Romello finally spoke up.

“Nathaniel, now that you’re back, let me announce to the public that you’re alive and arrange a banquet for you.”

Nathaniel looked conflicted, replying, “But, Romello, if Elliot finds out, he’ll surely try to capture me and subject me to torture in the secret interrogation room.

Observing Nathaniel’s nervous reaction, Romello’s guard eased slightly.

“Just don’t leave home before the banquet. I can guarantee your safety.”

“But, Romello…

“No buts,” Romello insisted, his tone brooked no argument. “You said last night you’d obey my commands. Have you forgotten so soon?”

Reluctantly, Nathaniel agreed, “Okay.”

“Two hours from now, come to the study. I have something to discuss with you,”

Romello instructed.

“Yes.”

The dining room returned to its quiet state.

Finally, their breakfast ended.

Gabrielle headed to E&S Haven as she was forced to check on Phoebe’s condition.

Meanwhile, Marlus wore a bitter expression as he headed off to the National Investigation Bureau, worn out from running errands these past few days.

His resentment toward Romello deepened with each passing moment.

Romello’s body was beginning to recover from the soreness, allowing him to move about

on his own.

He made his way to the study to remotely manage the quarterly reports of the Nicholls Group.

A few minutes later, a bodyguard knocked on the door.

“Mr. Romello, I’ve checked it out. Mr. Nathaniel went to Angle yesterday, trying to meet Mrs. Jenkins,” the bodyguard reported.

Romello stopped writing, his tone turning cold as he asked, “Did he meet her?”

“No, it seems he was discreetly ushered away.”

Romello pondered the situation and asked, “Did he meet Elliot?”

“No.”

Romello’s initially stern expression grew calm.

“You may leave.”

The bodyguard respectfully bowed and exited the study.

After a while, Nathaniel arrived at the study.

“Romello, you wanted to see me privately. Do you already have a plan?”

Romello smiled at him and said, “Yes, on the day of the banquet, I’ll assign you a task

that must succeed.”

After a few minutes of whispered instructions, Nathaniel’s expression turned serious.

“Romello, are you asking me to poison him?”

Romello leisurely lit a cigarette, replying, “Why are you so surprised? Didn’t you say you were willing to do anything for me to secure the top position at the National Investigation Bureau?”

“But…” Nathaniel carefully weighed the consequences and explained, “The banquet will be held in our home. If something happens, not only will I be caught on the spot, but it

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will also affect the stock market of the Nicholls Group. The entire Nicholls family won’t be able to escape the blame. Romello, you need to think this through.”

Romello snorted, completely unfazed.

“Don’t worry, no one knows about this poison. It’s a banned substance I purchased overseas colorless and odorless. The symptoms won’t manifest until a week later, and no one will suspect you.”

“If it’s not easily detectable, why involve me?”

Romello took a drag of his cigarette, giving him a dismissive look.

“Your relationship with Sheena isn’t ordinary. She’s shot at you before, so she likely feels guilty. Having you deliver the drink to Elliot ensures the plan’s success.