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Chapter 642
Chapter 642
Nathaniel laughed out loud and left.
“Nathaniel, you’re just a sick pervert!”
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Sheena gritted her teeth in frustration, hurling the teacup in her hand.
Nathaniel had closed the door, avoiding the cup.
With the sound of the car engine, Nathaniel’s laughter finally faded away.
Sheena called in the servant Nathaniel had arranged and ordered, “Change all the sofa covers and tea
sets, Clean every corner of the living room and get rid of that nauseating smell from Mr. Lance’s body!
The servant was stunned, seemingly surprised by Sheena’s request due to her dislike for Nathaniel.
After giving the instructions, Sheena did not linger in the living room for a second, swiftly heading
upstairs and knocking on Lionel’s door.
As the servant was downstairs, she deliberately spoke loudly, “It’s me. Are you feeling any better?
Stomach issues can be quite severe. Let me check on you.
The door opened quickly.
In a weak voice, Lionel replied, “Miss, please come in. I’ve just thrown up twice.”
This can’t go on. Tomorrow, Mr. Lance and I are going to the palace. If you’re feeling this bad, how
can you protect me…”
The exchange of words abruptly stopped as the door closed.
The servant redirected her attention to cleaning the living room and picking up the broken pieces Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.
near the door.
Upstairs, Lionel made a shushing gesture, cautiously locking the door and turning off the hidden.
listening device under the bed.
After completing these tasks, he asked Sheena in a low voice, “Do you have a plan for tomorrow at the
palace?”
Sheena nodded, and they sensibly discussed their roles for the next day.
The next day, in Froania.
Early in the morning at E&S Haven, Elliot’s wrenching cough echoed from the master bedroom.
Despite having tea the previous night, Elliot had caught a cold.
Howard sat by the bedside, applying a fever patch while teasing him, “Elliot, look at how delicate you
are. You’re sick, and all three Lawson family heirs are here to keep you company. You’re truly the
favorite of our Lawson family, huh?”
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Howard was annoyed. Sporting slight dark circles from a sleepless night, he glanced at the man
standing at the foot of the bed.
Corey, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed, had a dark and menacing expression, radiating a
threatening aura.
Meanwhile, Noah, facing away from the bed, stood by Sheena’s vanity table.
Once adorned with cosmetics, the tabletop was now cleared, replaced by an array of neatly organized
medicine boxes.
Noah was engrossed in preparing medication, his cool demeanor showing no hint of emotion.
Inside the room, apart from the chilling anger emanating from Corey, the only other sound was Elliot’s
persistent coughing.
Corey said, “Elliot, the more I see of you, the more I dislike you. If it weren’t for Nana, you would’ve
been dead by my hands a thousand times over!”
Between coughs, Elliot chuckled and sarcastically remarked, “Do you need me to hand you a knife? If
you want to kill me, you can do it right now. Would you dare to?”
Corey’s explosive temper erupted from Elliot’s obvious provocation, and he stormed out of the room.
Thinking that Corey had left in anger, Howard complained to Elliot in a hushed voice, “Can’t you keep
your mouth shut for once? Do you still want to get on his good side or not?”
Elliot continued coughing, remaining silent.
Not two minutes later, Corey returned with a hanger, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. “I
may not be able to kill you right now, but that won’t stop me from beating some sense into you!!