Wait, She’s a Billionaire

With the echoing gunshot, Elijah suddenly felt a sharp pain, not in his heart but in his right arm. Startled, he opened his eyes and saw a blood streak on his white shirt where the bullet had grazed his arm.

The commotion behind him had also stopped.

Turning around, Elijah found Jennifer frozen in place while attacking him, her expression turning from ferocious to numb.

A bullet had pierced through her chest, and blood stained her clothes red.

Jennifer stood there in shock, her face growing pale upon seeing the blood on her chest. Within moments, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed.

Outside the cabin, rhythmic applause resonated.

With an approving gaze, Nathaniel looked at Sheena and commented, “Nana, you’re too modest. Despite not handling a gun for so many years, your marksmanship is still impeccable. Truly worthy of the skills I once taught.”

Sheena tossed aside the revolver without responding, her face void of warmth.

Elijah remained rooted in his spot, locking eyes with Nathaniel. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Nathaniel smirked and continued, “You’ve won. Nana and I were just playing a little game, letting her choose between you and this woman. Even after your late–night meeting with an old flame in the outskirts, she still chose you. I envy you for that.”

“A game?” Elijah’s heart sank, a cold shiver running down his spine. He pressed his lips tightly together, casting a questioning gaze at Sheena.

Sheena did not look at Elijah, completely focused on the lifeless Jennifer, and addressed Nathaniel, “Is this the outcome you wanted to see? Is it entertaining enough?”

“Not at all, because I upset you,” Nathaniel replied, his tone softer. “Nana, you’re still young. It’s understandable if you want a handsome little pet. But I can also play along. How long do you want this act to last? I’ll play along. After all, our years of affection should be deeper than your connection with this man, right?”

Elijah furrowed his brow even tighter, keenly catching Nathaniel mentioning years of affection.

Both men’s eyes were fixed on Sheena.

Sheena stared straight ahead, refusing to look at either of them. She turned and walked out of the cabin, speaking as she moved, “It’s very late, and I’m tired. Mr. Nicholls, since the game was your request, I’ll let you handle this mess on your own.‘

She took a few steps outside, noticing Elijah lagging behind. Then, she reminded him, “Aren’t you coming along? Or do you plan to walk back?”

Elijah hurriedly caught up.

Passing by Nathaniel, both men glared at each other with disdain.

On the return to Ocean Avenue in the car, the atmosphere was tense, and no one spoke to break the silence.

Elijah cautiously turned his head, stealing a glance at Sheena.

She was looking out the car window at the passing scenery, expressionless and cold. The lamplight cast a dim halo on her side profile, outlining her breathtakingly beautiful face. Elijah was relieved that Sheena had only targeted Jennifer behind him, not him directly. However, the atmosphere inside the car was heavy, and Sheena seemed displeased.

John, the driver, did not even dare to move.

Elijah tentatively reached out, crossing the unspoken boundary between them, and gently tugging at her sleeve..

Sheena showed no reaction, still gazing out the window.

Elijah cleared his throat twice, pouting slightly. “Sheena, I’m injured…”

Sheena remained quiet.

“You’re the one who hurt me.”

Still no response…