Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 545

In the bedroom, Elliot waited for quite a while, but Sheena never came upstairs with the pillbox.

“Nana?”

Despite the lights being on downstairs, there was no response. Filled with suspicion, Elliot got out of

bed, put on his slippers, and went down the stairs to investigate.

As soon as he reached the lower floor, he turned his head and spotted Sheena standing in front of the

cabinet, closely examining a cigarette box in her hand. The drawer in the corner was wide

open, filled to the brim with cigarette boxes.

A sudden jolt hit him, and his handsome face turned a few shades paler.

Lionel had bought those this afternoon, mentioning the drawer’s location before leaving. However, he

had not had the chance to open it personally as he was busy with a remote meeting all afternoon.

Damn it!

Sheena never went through the drawers usually.

Was he just unlucky to get caught today?

Moreover, Lionel had bought so many!

His spine stiffened, and frustration boiled within him.

Sheena, holding a cigarette box, turned around and walked to the sofa, sitting down with an icy

demeanor.

“Care to explain?”

Still standing on the staircase, Elliot denied without batting an eye, “It’s not mine. I never use this

brand. It must be Lionel’s.”

Sheena found this amusing, staring into his eyes with a mocking smile.

“So, you’re saying Lionel conveniently placed his cigarettes in your mansion, living room, and drawer.

What’s his purpose? To entice you into smoking with him?”

Elliot fell silent, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his long lashes trembled.

Sheena continued, her tone gradually turning colder, “Eli, what are you thinking?”

She kept a tight gaze on him, a storm raging in her eyes.

“Are you trying to figure out how to smooth–talk and fool me?”

With a loud thud, she slammed the cigarette box onto the coffee table, bursting into a fit of rage.

With the sudden and unexpected loud thud, Elliot almost instinctively sank to both knees, kneeling on

the floor right away. He lowered his gaze, preparing to confess and beg for leniency.

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He appeared both aggrieved and honest

“I was wrong! Please, let me explain!”

Sheena’s cold gaze softened slightly.

When he knelt, there was a muffled sound, and she heard it. Moreover, he knelt on the icy marble

floor.

Even though she pitied him, she resisted the urge to go and help him with his knees and kept her gaze

on the cigarette box on the coffee table.

She pointed to the soft carpet at her feet and said, “Come here.”

Due to his forceful movement earlier, Elliot’s knees had indeed taken a hard hit. When he stood up, he

staggered for a moment, his brow furrowed in pain. He quickly concealed the pain in his eyes and

slowly approached Sheena.

Sheena observed him closely, noticing every subtle movement. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as Elliot was about to kneel again, Sheena spoke, “Take a knee, just like in the military.”

Huh? Take a knee?

Elliot paused momentarily, feeling puzzled.

Sheena looked at him and said coldly, “Didn’t hear it clearly? Do I need to repeat?”

“I heard it.”

He promptly assumed the most standard military kneel position, with one knee on the ground, thumbs

together, and his spine straight. In this posture, he exuded a sense of righteousness and pride, but due

to being caught for his wrongdoing, he appeared somewhat lacking in confidence, overshadowed by

Sheena’s strong aura.

Sheena gestured to the cigarette box on the coffee table, saying, “This is your last chance to explain.

Think carefully before you speak.”