Wait, She’s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson )
Wait She s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson ) Chapter 965

Chapter 965

Romello respectfully bowed and said, “Goodbye, Mr. Jenkins,”

Then, he stood by the gate, watching Elliot drive away.

It was not until the cars were completely out of sight that he exploded in fury, kicking over a large vase on the garden path.

“Damn you, Elliot!” Romello roared, seething with hatred.

However, there was something he needed to be cautious about.

It had been nearly a week, and Phoebe staying there posed a significant risk.

Calming his rage, he entered the mansion and summoned Gabrielle to the study.

“Romello, what’s the matter?”

Romello, in a frustrated tone, commanded, “For the next few days, make sure to visit the Jenkins estate regularly to check on Phoebe. You must ensure that the bodyguards assigned to protect you accompany you into the bedroom.”

“Huh?” Gabrielle was puzzled. “When I go, it’s always Sheena who takes me up, and there are too many people in the room for the bodyguards to enter.”

Romello sternly tapped the table. “I don’t care how you do it. Find a way to get the bodyguards alone with Phoebe in one of the rooms.

“Romello, Howard and the doctor are always in Phoebe’s room. It’s impossible for me to be alone with her!”

With a loud bang, Romello slammed his hand on the table, his eyes darkening with anger.

“You haven’t even tried, and you’re already giving up, undermining your own

confidence. How do you expect to get anything done?”

Startled by the sudden outburst, Gabrielle trembled, tears welling in her eyes.

She bit her lip, feeling utterly helpless.

Romello, already frustrated, did not offer any comfort.

Instead, he spoke sternly, “Gabrielle, you’re 21 years old now, an adult. You need to be capable of handling things independently. Consider this as an opportunity to test your adaptability.”

He tapped his fingers on the table, issuing a serious order.

“I don’t care how you do it. Just make sure to replace a way to clear out the others from Phoebe’s room and get the bodyguards in alone within the next two days.”

Gabrielle’s eyes welled up with tears as she asked, “What if I can’t complete this task?”

“If you can’t do it, I’ll save the paddle I used on Nathaniel last night for you.”

Gabrielle was shocked to the core at Romello’s cruelty.

“Romello, why would you do this? Just for this tiny thing, you’re resorting to threats

with family punishment? Am I still your beloved sister?”

“Loving doesn’t mean spoiling. Letting you handle a task independently is part of your training.”

His expression was stern, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Romello, you’ve changed. You’ve become so unfamiliar to me,” Gabrielle said, Increasingly unable to understand him, even replaceing him unreasonable.

Romello blew smoke rings, his thoughts unreadable.

“It’s not that I’ve changed. I was too indulgent with you before, and you never truly understood me.”

Gabrielle stared at his face, feeling a chill run down her spine, unable to utter a word.

She could not help but shake her head, turning to run out of the study in tears.

Romello’s face darkened with gloom as he felt utterly frustrated about his two utterly useless siblings.

He then called the Ninth Division’s captain, who was under his command.

“Mr. Jenkins has taken Nathaniel to the secret interrogation room. Keep a close eye on

how he handles Nathaniel.”

In the car, the drowsy and weak Nathaniel slowly regained consciousness under the influence of antibiotics.

Feeling the surroundings sway, he opened his heavy eyes to see Lionel sitting beside him, skillfully applying medicine to his wounded hand.