Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Lionel, captivated by her determined gaze, asked hesitantly, “What do you mean?”

Sheena smiled, her eyes sparkling as she replied, “The upcoming palace banquet in a few days is bound to be very interesting!”

That day, not only did she have to get Harrold to agree to cooperate with her, but she also planned to present Nathaniel with the surprising news of her possible pregnancy!

Lionel stared at her charming face and felt a subtle unease creeping into his heart.

Froania.

This night was destined to be sleepless for the entire E&S Haven.

The next morning, Howard, sporting slight dark circles under his eyes, looked exhausted as he lethargically propped his cheek and ate breakfast.

When Noah came downstairs, Howard immediately glanced up at him. He was still in his typical icy demeanor, not appearing to have had a sleepless night.

“Noah, I envy you. You seem to live without a care, not bothered by anything,” Howard remarked.

Noah remained silent, walking to his own plate, and began his breakfast without saying a word.

After they finished, Howard carried Elliot’s prepared breakfast upstairs. Just as he reached the staircase, he heard a commotion from the garden outside.

“They’ve come so quickly? Can’t even let people eat in peace!”

Howard stopped in his tracks, ready to go outside, but Noah stopped him.

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1. go. You take the food upstairs.”

“Okay.” Howard pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

Elliot was already up, dressed neatly, standing by the windows. Separated by the curtains, he listened

to the commotion outside.

“Noah’s dealing with it. Don’t worry about it for now and finish your breakfast first.

Elliot did not respond or move.

Howard took his arm and guided him to sit in a chair. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Downstairs, outside the front gate, a crowd had gathered.

When Noah came out, he quickly surveyed the scene.

Peter and Stanley led the way, accompanied by a few bodyguards and some distinguished directors from the Jenkins Group. Even Romello was there, bringing along a few National Investigation Bureau personnel.

What a crowd.

Seeing Noah emerge, Romello took the lead, greeting him with a smile, “Mr. Noah, what are you doing here? Mr. Jenkins hasn’t returned to the National Investigation Bureau for quite some time. Is he unwell?”

Noah detested this kind of pretentious talk and could not be bothered to indulge in it.

“Cut the nonsense. I don’t have the patience for it. Just get to the point.”

Romello was taken aback, laughing to mask the awkwardness. “Mr. Noah, you’re just as the rumors described.”

Noah, hands in his pockets, listened expressionlessly to Romello’s nonsense.

The atmosphere grew a bit tense.

Peter stepped forward and said, “Noah, I’m here to see Elliot for an important family matter. Please allow me to pass.

Noah responded bluntly, “Not happening. Elliot has the flu. No visitors.”

Stanley, standing behind Peter, glared at Noah. “It’s been days. Can’t you come up with a new excuse? Even with you around, his cold somehow doesn’t get any better. Isn’t that going to ruin your reputation, Noah?”

Noah remained unfazed by the attack, speaking calmly, “He has highly contagious influenza. If you have anything, tell me, and I’ll relay the message to him.”

Highly contagious iInfluenza?

Peter and Stanley exchanged a skeptical glance.

Stanley, impatient with Noah’s excuses, cut to the chase.