Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Marius looked at Romello with red eyes, but he gained no sympathy from Romello. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Marius clenched his fists.

Still covering her mouth and shedding tears, Gabrielle dared not plead for mercy.

Romello’s anger was far too terrifying!

In contrast to his siblings‘ fear and timidity, Romello felt somewhat satisfied.

Taking out his frustration from the previous afternoon on Marius provided a bit of relief, and his tone softened a bit.

“You’re not allowed to choose the administrative department. Choose the Major Crimes Division, the Investigation Department, or the Detective Department. Any of those will do. Establish yourself in the National Investigation Bureau as soon as possible. I need someone to look out for me, so I’m not carrying the entire burden of the Nicholls family alone. Am I clear?”

Marius winced in pain, sweating coldly.

Despite his reluctance, he gritted his teeth and replied, “Yes.”

“Hmm?” Romello frowned, staring at him. “Is that all you’ve got to say?”

“No, I understand. I’ll strive to be a… supportive brother in the future, to contribute to

the… Nicholls family.”

With his knees scraping against the broken porcelain, Marius’s words were strained due to the intense pain.

Romello glanced at Marius’s legs, keenly noticing a small bloodstain on the ground.

Seeing the blood eased his pent–up frustration a bit.

“Get up. Don’t blame me for being too harsh on you. Remember: diamonds are created under pressure. If I keep spoiling you like this, you’ll be worthless.”

Marius inwardly scoffed at Romello’s words.

Nonetheless, he still had to obediently respond.

“I understand, Romello. You’re looking out for my best interests.”

Unable to stand up due to the pain, Marius was helped back into his chair by a servant.

“Don’t just sit there. Keep eating,” Romello ordered coldly, scooping up a spoonful and bringing it to his own mouth.

Marius and Gabrielle had lost their appetite, feeling suffocated by the oppressive

atmosphere.

After breakfast, Romello commanded Marius and Gabrielle to attend to their duties.

Gabrielle continued to cry softly in the car on their way to the Jenkins estate, feeling

deeply aggrieved.

The phone rang, and it was Sheena.

As soon as she answered the call, Gabrielle burst into tears.

“Sheena, I–I was scolded by Romello…”

Half an hour later, Gabrielle was clinging to Sheena’s waist, burying her face in Sheena’s embrace as if she had found a refuge, crying openly.

Sheena silently patted Gabrielle’s back and wiped away her tears, feeling relieved that

Elliot had gone to work.

Otherwise, seeing Gabrielle cling to her might trigger another outburst.

“Sheena… Romello called me useless because I didn’t see you yesterday… He event

threatened to kick me out of the Nicholls family if I didn’t see you today…”

Gabrielle sobbed.

“There, there, you’ve seen me now, haven’t you?”

Sheena’s expression turned serious as she recalled something.

“The two bodyguards you brought were arranged by Romello, right?”

“Yeah, what about them?”

Getting straight to the point, Sheena said, “They weren’t behaving properly, not listening to the host. They still tried to enter the mansion and snooped around, looking

suspicious. I had Ford and Paul tie them up and lock them in the basement for a while to teach them a lesson.”

Gabrielle snickered, “Great!”

After crying, Gabrielle’s emotions stabilized, and she remembered Romello’s orders.

‘Sheena, what about Phoebe? How is she doing?”

Sheena’s expression grew solemn.

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you today. She’s very emotionally unstable, and we suspect she’s been injected with some nerve–stimulating drug.”

Gabrielle was taken aback, her tone naive.

“How’s that possible? She’s been staying at the Nicholls residence. Who would inject her with such a thing? Romello said she had an infectious disease before.”

“Romello was lying.”

Sheena held Gabrielle’s hands tightly, sighing heavily. She had decided to come clean and try to confront the situation head–on.