Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Nathaniel’s blue eyes sparkled with a smile, gazing warmly at her,

Sheena turned her face away, not meeting his gaze.

Forced to drape herself in his coat, she felt no warmth; instead, she felt a chill all over,

Sheena removed the suit jacket and returned it to him, saying, “The banquet is about to begin, and you’ll be going on stage later. You should wear it instead. The hall has heating, and I’m not cold.” Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Nathaniel’s eyes gleamed with surprise and joy as he stared at her.

“So, Nana, does this count as you caring about me?”

Sheena lightly furrowed her brows, her long lashes drooping, concealing the disdain and anger in her eyes. Then, she forcefully thrust the suit jacket into his hands.

Nathaniel took it, obediently putting it on.

With a delightful smile on his handsome face, he said, “This feels great. I’m looking forward to our future life even more.”

Sheena pursed her lips, ignoring him. Thinking about the plan for later, she silently gritted her teeth.

Nobles and dignitaries filled the vast banquet hall space.

The adjacent violin performers suddenly changed the tune, and the lights dimmed abruptly, leaving only the flickering flames on the long table.

The spotlight illuminated, and everyone’s attention focused on the spiral staircase.

Kelly stood at the highest step, adorned in an elegant gold–trimmed gown, gracefully waving to the people in the hall with a smile.

She hosted tonight’s banquet, and she was the main character.

With her appearance, applause and praises resounded through the hall. She walked down the stairs, supported by the marble railing, moving slowly toward the opposite stage.

There was a microphone in the middle of the stage.

Kelly raised her hand, and the previously noisy applause and cheers abruptly stopped.

Sheena watched casually, listening quietly as Kelly delivered the necessary formalities and occasionally clapping along with the crowd.

“In fact, besides inviting everyone to have a great night tonight, there is another major

announcement to make.”

Kelly’s gaze swept across the crowd below, finally landing on Nathaniel and Sheena.

The spotlight followed her gaze, shining on them.

Nathaniel immediately grabbed Sheena’s hand. Sheena almost instinctively tried to pull away, but he held on tightly this time, denying her the chance to struggle.

Being looked at by everyone, Sheena quickly regained her composure. An elegant, faint smile appeared on her face, turning her reluctance into a shy and awkward demeanor.

Then, the crowd instinctively cleared a path on the red carpet, allowing Nathaniel to lead Sheena step by step toward the stage.

On the stage, Kelly continued her announcement, “My adopted son, Charles Lance, and Ms. Sheena Lawson from Froania, are set to have their wedding ceremony in the Florence Cathedral seven days from now!”

Enthusiastic applause erupted.

Nathaniel released Sheena’s hand, embracing Kelly, and presenting a heartwarming scene of mother

and son.

Back then, the royal family had skillfully concealed Kelly’s pregnancy. Given Kelly’s status as the current king’s only sister and the most esteemed woman in all of Laubabwe, even if some noticed a resemblance between Nathaniel’s features and Kelly’s, no one dared to question his true identity.

Everyone marveled at Nathaniel’s great luck as an adopted son, but Harrold sat there, drinking in silence. At this moment, all eyes were drawn to the spotlight, and no one noticed his dark expression and the flames of anger in his eyes.

Beside him, Caesar rested his cheek on his hand, gazing sadly at Sheena on the stage, sighing silently.

On the stage, Nathaniel and Kelly concluded their embrace.

Taking the microphone from Kelly’s hands, Nathaniel continued, “I met Nana over a decade ago, silently harboring feelings for her for more than ten years. Now, I finally have the opportunity to become her husband, and I’ll love her for a lifetime.”

He turned to look at Sheena affectionately, slowly extending his hand.

“Come, stand by my side.”

Sheena stood in place, silently locking eyes with him.