Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 643

When Corey entered with a hanger, Noali glanced at the menacing weapon, showing no expression

seemingly in support.

By the bedside, Howard was visibly frightened and immediately stood up to stop Corey

“Corey, stop! Don’t hit him! He’s running a fever, and he’s at his weakest now. You’re letting your rage

get to your head. What if you accidentally kill him? How will you explain it when Nana comes back?”

Using Sheena as a shield always proved to be the most effective tactic.

Corey’s rationality returned somewhat. However, before he even lowered the hanger in his hand, Elliot

unexpectedly spoke up.

“With the old grievances between us, what’s the point of just beating me up to vent your anger? If you

have the guts, just kill me.”

That was a blatant provocation!

The rage in Corey’s chest surged, more powerful than ever before.

“Fine, I’ll grant your wish. If I can’t kill you today, I’ll eat my hat!”

“Corey, don’t hit him! Stay calm! He’s just a patient. You should just treat him like he’s out of his mind.

Don’t stoop to his level!”

Howard desperately intervened, then turned back to glare at Elliot.

“Keep your mouth shut! Even I’m tempted to hit you myself!”

Elliot remained silent.

Competition and hostility existed between Corey and Elliot.

Moreover, Corey had previously attempted to kill him in the mountains in Luivine, resulting in severe

injuries. When he returned, Sheena had already acquired the Freeman Group.

He would have fought Corey head–on long ago if it were not for not wanting to upset Sheena.

Moreover, Corey took advantage of his illness and came to taunt him. Hence, with Sheena absent,

there was no need to be falsely polite to Corey.

Thanks to Howard, Corey did not hit Elliot, only swinging the hanger aimlessly in the air.

The chil

chilling sound continued, creating a tense atmosphere, but not a single hit was delivered.

Elliot, with a fist against his mouth, continued coughing. His pale face showed no fear, and he remained

motionless, awaiting what would come next.

Unable to strike anyone, Corey, aware that bullying a sick man was not honorable, decided to vent his

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pent–up anger on Howard. Raising his hand, he delivered a harsh smack with the hanger, landing it on All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Howard’s arm with a crisp sound.

“Ouch! That hurts! Corey, watch where you hit! You got me!”

“I’m hitting you on purpose! You’ve been taking care of him for just a few days, and you’ve already

betrayed me. If you’re protecting him, then take the hit for him!”

Howard, rubbing his sore arm, was utterly bewildered.

What the hell?

Yet, the fear ingrained in him from Corey’s past beatings left Howard too frightened to dodge. In the

end, he could only use his arm to shield his head.

Hearing that Corey intended to hit Howard, Elliot weakly tried to sit up, attempting to intervene.

Before the hanger could strike down again, Noah reached from behind and firmly seized it.

“Stop acting like fools.” Noah’s voice was cold and composed. Then, he snorted and added somewhat

sinisterly, “Dealing with Elliot is simple. I have medicine that can make anyone suffer, rendering them

incapable of causing trouble, and it’s also not harmful to the body. Interested in giving it a try?”

Elliot, just about to stand, froze at Noah’s suggestion.

Lacking strength, he weakly fell back onto the bed.

Corey, loosening his grip on the hanger, allowed Noah to take control.

Seeing Elliot no longer provoking, his fiery demeanor seemed to subside. He agreed with Noah’s

proposal.

“That’s a good idea! That madman just loves to provoke and pretend to be tough. He should be treated

like this!”