Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Maurice’s expression turried sour. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Being talked down to like this was clearly infuriating for him, and he retorted, “And who do you think you are? I’m in charge at the police station, and you have no say. Take her away!” Maurice waved his hand, signaling all the police in the room to swarm in and take Sheena away immediately.

Elijah was furious. Before he could speak, a devilishly charming male voice echoed from outside the door.

“Captain Maurice, that’s some imposing authority you’re showing there.”

Upon hearing this voice, Maurice and all the police present felt a chill down their spines. Maurice, in particular, stiffened, standing up abruptly.

Sheena’s expression instantly darkened. That was close.

Whoever this mysterious person was, he had arrived just in the nick of time.

Elijah, gradually recovering from his enraged state, silently sat back down upon recognizing the voice. As soon as he heard that tone, he knew exactly who it was and clenched his fists.

After all, Elijah was aware that Sheena was a fan of good looks. Even when choosing her bodyguards, she preferred the company of those with handsome features. This man, as Elijah recalled, was exceptionally handsome.

Would Sheena…

Elijah glanced at Sheena. However, he discovered that Sheena’s attention was nowhere near this matter. She seemed slightly moody, perhaps displeased about something unrelated.

The door opened, and the man who entered was draped in a dark green and black fur–trimmed military coat, revealing a military uniform underneath. He stood tall and broad–shouldered, with gorgeous features, exuding an intimidating aura without any hint of anger.

What stood out the most were his blue, gem–like irises. Paired with his almond eyes, they added a touch of allure, making him appear both righteous and sinister. The military uniform gave him an air of elegance, and he was almost more beautiful than a woman.

As he walked in, every police officer in the room, including Maurice, bowed respectfully.

“Good day, Mr. Nicholls.”

Nathaniel Nicholls, the fourth son of the Nicholls family of Svelton, had arrived.

Everyone addressed him respectfully when they met him. After all, Nathaniel was the esteemed Director of the Froania’s Special Investigation Department, with a very high official

rank.

Born abroad while his father was away, Nathaniel was the product of the third marriage. His mother, a non–native woman, blessed him with those naturally vibrant blue irises, resulting in a striking and extraordinary appearance due to his mixed heritage.

Maurice approached nervously, confused.

He had just received mandatory orders from higher–ups, so why was Nathaniel here?

In this realm, perhaps only Corey and the mysterious head of the National Investigation Bureau had more authority than Nathaniel. However, nobody had ever seen the true face of that mysterious leader.

Rumor had it that many years ago, he went on a mission, and since then, there had been no news of him.

Shaking off his thoughts, Maurice put on a more pleasing expression and bowed slightly. “Mr. Nicholls, what brings you to our humble Farlem? If only we had been informed in advance, the Farlem police station would have made proper preparations. Come, please take a seat.”

Nathaniel paid him no mind. The interrogation room was heated compared to the outside, prompting Nathaniel to remove his coat and hand it to his subordinate. He then approached Sheena with steady strides.

Only now did Sheena take notice of him. Recalling her childhood, she thought she had seen that face that combined both wickedness and beauty before. Still uncertain, she softly called out, “Nate?”

Nathaniel smiled.

Melania and Bethany looked utterly puzzled.

Meanwhile, Elijah was struck with disbelief, feeling a lump in his throat. He had been worried that Sheena might be attracted to Nathaniel’s appearance, but it turned out they had known each other for a long time!