Wait, She’s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson )
Wait She s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson ) Chapter 1007

Chapter 1007

There was no point in blindly guessing

Sheena sighed heavily, looking out the car window at the dimming streetlights fading away.

“Forget about her. Whether it’s really Sheila or not, I can still consider her dead as long as she never shows up and doesn’t harm Asher and Adora.”

Elliot squeezed her hand tightly, reassuring her.

However, Sheena’s attention seemed to be completely drawn to the sudden appearance of someone resembling Sheila, hardly acknowledging him.

Elliot tried to console her, “Nana, it’s alright. Worrying about it won’t change anything. Let’s wait for Ford’s investigation results. Asher and Adora are surely safe in the Jenkins estate. You need to

relax.”

Sheena absentmindedly nodded in response.

Elliot sighed, softening his tone to lighten the mood.

“Honey, I obediently finished my work at the National Investigation Bureau tonight before rushing to the party. I’ve been so good. Shouldn’t I be rewarded when we get home?”

Sheena glanced at him with disinterest, replying, “I’m not interested. I don’t feel like it.”

Elliot instantly looked dejected. “Honey, have I lost my charm? Am I not bringing you joy in bed anymore? Are my abs not appealing anymore, or are my collarbones not enticing? Have you lost Interest in me?” Elliot exclaimed, his face pale with worry and sadness.

“Honey, you’ve changed! Don’t you like me anymore?”

Elliot’s dramatic antics rendered Sheena speechless.

“Honey, say something. I’ll surely change for the better to improve our love life.”

Sheena forced herself to face him, saying, “That’s not it. I’m just tired, and I don’t feel like moving.

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She was busy handling official matters at the company the entire day. After that, she even

attended the business gala in the evening.

All Sheena wanted was to take a bath and do nothing.”

However, Elliot did not share the same idea.

“These past couple of times have indeed been tough on you. Tonight, I’ll take charge. You just

need to lie back and relax, and I’ll make sure you have a great time!”

was taken aback,

must be thinking he was being so considerate!

She did not answer him, but her thoughts had indeed shifted from Sheila to letting Elliot take charge in bed:

It was a wonderful evening, and the harmonious life of a married couple had just begun.

Professionals identified an 85% similarity between the handwriting in the suicide note that Nathaniel submitted and Vanda’s.

Additionally, Vanda did suffer from depression due to Nathaniel’s return to the country.

Everything seemed to be legit.

Romello’s case had been dragging on for a long time.

Once Elliot gathered all the conclusive evidence again, he formally handed it over for judicial trial.

Two days later, the verdict was announced.

Romellow was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole, serving time in a high–security prison.

Dressed plainly with a mask and handcuffs, Romello was escorted into the vehicle.

The weather was gloomy, and it rained heavily on the day he was to be sent to prison.

Nathaniel was in sharp attire. He held a black umbrella as he stood quietly at the entrance of the high–security prison, silently waiting.

A few minutes later, the car carrying Romello stopped.

As Romello stepped out of the car, he saw Nathaniel almost immediately. His eyes turned red from anger, looking as if he wanted to charge toward him.

“Nathaniel!”