Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 613

Sheena wanted to settle the score with Elliot. Yet unexpectedly, he was acting considerate, offering

massages and being unexpectedly obedient, making it difficult for her to find fault.

Due to her lack of rest from last night, she was exhausted in the morning.

Elliot did not interrupt her sleep and prepared breakfast before quietly leaving for the office.

As soon as he settled into his office chair, Lionel came in, beaming with delight.

“Mr. Jenkins, how was last night? Was my method effective? Did Ms. Sheena calm down?”

Looking quite pleased, Elliot responded generously, “You’re getting a raise and bonus. Report to the

finance department the amount you like.”

Lionel was overjoyed. “Mr. Jenkins, you’re truly kind! Today, you exude an especially majestic

presence, just like my hero. You…”

Before he could finish his flattery, the CEO’s office door was knocked.

The assistant announced, “Mr. Jenkins, Ms. Sheila is here. She insists on seeing you today.”

The pleasant atmosphere was instantly ruined.

Elliot’s expression turned cold as he replied, “I’m not available.”

Feeling a bit uneasy, Lionel chimed in, “Mr. Jenkins is busy now and doesn’t have time to see her.

She’s no longer the spokesperson for Project Rossi, so please don’t casually bring her to the top floor.”

“Noted.”

The assistant nodded, about to open the door to leave.

“Step aside!”

Sheila squeezed through the opening, directly entering the room.

Elliot’s face grew increasingly grim, not bothering to look at her.

“Ms. Sheila, intruding like this is very impolite. As the yearly award–winning top actress, you should.

understand such etiquette.”

Sheila’s gaze was firm as she responded, “Entering without permission was my mistake, but Mr.

Jenkins, isn’t your behavior somewhat dishonorable?”

Elliot frowned and stared coldly at her, unbothered to explain.

Lionel sensed trouble was brewing and spoke first, “Uhm… there might be a misunderstanding. Mr.

Jenkins is currently busy. Ms. Sheila, why don’t you come out with me? I’ll explain it to you slowly.”

“You?” Sheila gave him a sarcastic glance, then turned back to Elliot. “Your explanation is useless. I

want Mr. Jenkins to give me a reasonable explanation for this matter!”

Elliot’s disdain remained evident as he casually sipped his coffee.

“How am I dishonorable?”

Sheila gracefully took a seat in the guest chair opposite him. “Perhaps I said something wrong last

night that displeased you, Mr. Jenkins. However, aren’t you acting overboard for canceling my

endorsement, causing my fans to quarrel online, and even blocking many of my recent opportunities?

“Not at all,” Elliot replied nonchalantly. “You knowingly manipulated me, causing misunderstandings All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

with Nana. Since you dared to plot against me, you should be prepared for the

consequences.”

“Plot against you?” Sheila looked puzzled. “Where did I plot against you last night? You asked me to

leave, and I left. I simply exchanged a few words with Ms. Lawson at the Hedone Bar entrance. I know

how to speak appropriately, without any rude remarks.”

Sheila was confident as she spoke, refusing to bear the blame unjustly.

“Since my debut, I’ve never bothered creating fake relationships with male celebrities for publicity. Even

as the spokesperson for Project Rossi, I’ve always behaved appropriately.”

“Let me be blunt, Mr. Jenkins. If I wanted to plot against you, I would’ve done it more cleverly. I wouldn’t

have chosen such an obvious setting like last night, digging my own grave. I don’t understand why you

would misunderstand me like this!”

Elliot furrowed his brow, sensing something amiss.

Last night, he was drunk, and his anxiety got the better of him too quickly.

Reflecting on it now, many details from last night did not hold up upon closer inspection.

Elliot turned to Lionel, who was avoiding eye contact and subtly inching toward the door, attempting to

make a swift escape.

“Stop right there.”

“Mr. Jenkins, I uh… have some business…

Seeing Lionel’s slightly panicked expression, Elliot knew what was going on.

“No rush. You can deal with it later.”

“Alright…”