Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 1040

Chapter 1040

Just asking casually,” Sheena replied.

Until there was a clear picture of the situation, these were just her personal speculations without any concrete evidence. Speaking out could easily tip off the other side and make them more prepared.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head, and she furrowed her brow, rubbing the back of her head with great effort. The area where she was struck with the club shows slight fading bruises and even a gentle touch would cause pain.

Elliot noticed her discomfort and instinctively pulled her into his embrace, saying, “Nana, stop thinking about it for now. These matters are too taxing, especially since you're injured.

Please rest.”

He comforted her as she leaned against his broad chest, gently nodding.

“If you're not feeling well, just take a nap. Leave the rest to me,” Elliot reassured her. She nodded again, closing her heavy eyelids and drifting off to sleep in Elliot's arms.

Neil watched from across the table, feeling even more remorseful.

“Mr. Jenkins, | apologize sincerely for this incident. | never expected it to delay your return home. Rest assured, I’ll thoroughly investigate this matter and leave no stone unturned,” Neil expressed his regret.

Elliot remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on the injured Sheena in his arms as he gently stroked her back with tenderness and care.

“Have they identified the man who struck Nana’s head?” Elliot asked.

Neil replied, “We're still investigating. Once we identify the perpetrator, we won't go easy on them.”

Elliot's tone turned cold as he demanded, “As compensation for this attack, | request that once the culprit is found, they be sent to Froania for interrogation in my presence.”

Neil appeared conflicted. “Although they engage in illicit activities, they are still citizens of Ardolisia. Isn’t it inappropriate to send them to Froania for interrogation?”

Elliot's expression remained stem and resolute.

These assassins are orphans raised by illegal organizations. They are undocumented and pose a danger. | only need the one who attacked Nana. Quietly sending them to Froania will raise no suspicion.”

Neil fell silent, feeling a bit uncertain.

While it was not a major issue to allow him to quietly take away one person as

compensation, he had not ascended the throne

yet.

If someone with ill intentions discovered this matter, he could find himself in trouble with his father, the king. Moreover, Neil preferred to follow the rules.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Mr. Jenkins, sitting in this position as the heir apparent fills me with dread. | fear making mistakes or missteps that could be used against me. So, letting you quietly take someone away might not be possible. Once the perpetrator is identified, | can follow the proper procedure and report to the king, and I'll do everything in my power to help you resolve this

matter.”

Understanding Neil’s character, Elliot refrained from saying more.

It was tacit acceptance.

The atmosphere in the lounge suddenly quietened.

Neil sipped his tea while Elliot held the sleeping Sheena close.

To ensure Sheena slept comfortably, he did not dare move a muscle, even if his legs went

numb.

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“We have started the third round of individual interviews, and the chief asked me to gather some additional information from you.”

Elliot did not look up, his tone remaining steady.

“Go ahead.”

“Are there any enemies or particularly fierce competitors you and your wife have in Ardoliale?

The officer took notes while listening.

Elllot replied without hesitation, still focused on Sheena in his arms.

“We have many enemies and competitors, but not many in Ardolisia.”

The officer continued writing as he listened. “Do you have any specific suspects in mind for this Incident?”

Elliot's mind drifted to Sheena’s unwavering fixation on Anne’s identity, and his obsidian eyes grew colder.

“Yes, Paulo Karl.”