Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293 

As the shameful memories resurfaced, Bethany glared at Sheena, overwhelmed with hatred. 

“How would I know where they are? Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you! I’m still waiting for them to finish you off!” Bethany spat, her eyes filled with fury. 

“Not talking, huh?” Sheena’s voice remained soft, but her gaze was icy. “Then it’s time for you to pay up.” 

Soon, the dagger left Bethany’s chin and slowly moved to her right shoulder. 

“The day my car exploded, some of the fragments cut my shoulder. Let’s start from here.” Bethany’s face turned pale, fear evident in her eyes. She shook her head desperately, shouting, “No! This has nothing to do with me! It was your own carelessness… Ah!” 

A piercing scream echoed through the air, and Sheena ruthlessly raised the knife. 

Bethany trembled in pain, covered in cold sweat, her shoulder bleeding profusely, staining her white dress with fresh blood. She glared defiantly at Sheena, yelling, “Just you wait, you bitch! I won’t let you off!” 

“You still have the strength to curse, eh? I guess this is not that painful,” Sheena remarked, moving the blade to Bethany’s arm. “This is your last chance. Where is Jennifer and the mastermind behind this?” 

Biting her lip, Bethany remained silent. Sheena was about to strike again when she hurriedly shouted, “I don’t know, really! He never told me his identity. He only reaches out when there’s a plan, and Jennifer is with him. I truly don’t know!” 

Sheena stared at Bethany, sheathed the knife, and calmly returned to her lounge chair. 

Thinking she had been spared, Bethany sighed in relief. 

However, before she could fully exhale, Sheena handed the knife to Lionel, saying with a calm yet heartless tone, “I had a cut on my arm that day while Ford and Paul were injured, too. Do as you wish, but know your limits.” 

Unexpectedly called upon, Lionel grinned and took the dagger eagerly. “Sure thing, I’ll be careful.” 

“No!” The air was then filled with unbearable, heart–wrenching screams. 

Melania, standing nearby, could not bear the sight and wept uncontrollably. 

Sheena watched quietly in a rather good mood. She reached for the oranges Elijah had peeled for her, but suddenly felt a pressure on her wrist. Turning, she saw Elijah crouched beside her, gently wiping the blood off her fingers with a handkerchief. 

“You dirtied your hand,” Elijah explained with a husky voice. 

Sheena did not say anything, simply enjoying his attentive service without objection. 

As Sheena finished the last orange, Lionel had also finished his task. 

Bethany, covered in wounds and blood–soaked, her hair damp with sweat, looked disheveled and miserable. She had passed out from the pain. 

Lionel’s methods were cunning, targeting areas that would not be fatal but would cause the most pain. At first glance, Bethany appeared like a bloody doll, but in reality, the injuries were all superficial. 

Sheena could not help but glance at Lionel. She thought he might be gentle, but it turned out he was quite ruthless. Then, she glanced at Elijah but chose not to say anything.