Wait, She’s a Billionaire

The two bodyguards returned from E&S Haven to the Nicholls residence, one limping while the other supported him.

They knocked on Romello’s study door.

“Come in.”

The two men entered, visibly struggling

“What’s going on? Where’s Gabrielle?”

“Mr. Romello, Ms. Gabrielle is staying at the Jenkins estate and won’t be coming back.”

Romello set down his pen, raising an eyebrow. “Well, isn’t that convenient? Then why are you two back here?”

The bodyguards grimaced.

“Mrs. Jenkins forced us out and had Ford and a few others beat us up, telling us to go

back to where we came from.”

Romello threw a teacup at them.

The teacup shattered at their feet, the sound echoing with anger as Romello’s frustration

boiled over.

“You worthless bunch! Get the hell out of here!”

His face darkened as he rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on

Phoebe was being monitored closely, and Gabrielle’s naivety caused more harm than

good.

It was a troublesome situation.

He opened a drawer and retrieved a colorless, tasteless crystalline substance resembling rock candy.

Inhaling deeply, he felt the intense stimulation soothe his nerves, bringing him some relief. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

A knock interrupted his thoughts.

Romello hastily stashed the crystal away and composed himself.

The door opened, and Frank approached respectfully, handing something over to Romello.

Romello glanced at the thing and found it was a rooftop key dirtied with mud–the same key he had given Frank.

“Where did you find it?” Romello asked.

“In the garden, buried in the soil, hidden under the bushes. Only a tiny bit of gold trim was showing, so it took us all night to find it.”

Romello picked up the key, his fingers smudged with dirt.

The pleasurable sensation from the crystalline substance calmed his nerves, and it was rare for him not to lose his temper immediately.

“Uncle Frank, tell me your theory.”

“During last night’s banquet, only Mr. Nathaniel came close to me when he accidentally bumped into me. I suspect he deliberately buried the key to avoid suspicion.”

Romello listened attentively, analyzing the situation methodically,

“It wasn’t buried intentionally, as Nathaniel wouldn’t leave such obvious traces. If he had buried it, it would have been deeper, perhaps hidden for years without being found.

“So, he likely intended to return the key discreetly but realized I was onto him and hastily threw it out of the room, leading to this situation.”

Frank nodded in agreement. “That makes sense.”

Romello chuckled oddly, his eyes gradually turning cold, quickly replaced by seething

anger.

In a fit of rage, he overturned all the documents on his desk, even smashing the

computer.

“Nathaniel, that bastard!”

The key was in his possession, and he must have also stolen the missing potion from the rooftop.

Just as he expected, Nathaniel had conspired with Sheena to plot against him!

The consequences would be dire if the potion ended up in Elliot’s hands.