Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 328

Chapter 328 

Elijah noticed Paul and quickly opened the door, only to find him returning alone to Ocean Avenue. A vague sense of unease crept over Elijah, and he asked, “Where’s Sheena?” 

“Ms. Sheena seems to be having a gathering at Eros Bar tonight. She said she didn’t need too many people, so she sent me back,” Paul replied, looking dejected as he brought up the matter. 

Elijah’s brow furrowed deeper. 

If Paul had returned alone, it meant she probably only brought lan. 

Realizing this, a cold and hostile aura enveloped Elijah, and he went straight to the backyard, bringing the card–playing individuals out. 

At Eros Bar, the dance floor was bathed in dazzling and enchanting lights. 

Sheena elegantly leaned against a pillar, her gaze fixed on Gabrielle energetically dancing to the music like the others. She disliked such noisy places, merely watching from the sidelines, occasionally clapping to encourage Gabrielle’s spirited dance. She also observed the diverse crowd around the dance floor from time to time. 

Meanwhile, Nathaniel leaned against the railing near the entrance of the second–floor private room. Due to the distance and the colorful spotlights focused on the dance floor, Sheena could not see his face clearly but sensed that he was observing the situation. 

She withdrew her gaze when Ian quietly appeared by her side. 

His expression was grave as he approached her, whispering, “The atmosphere here is off. Be cautious.” 

Sheena acknowledged with a nod, maintaining a calm demeanor. “Did you see that man who resembles the sketch when I entered the private room just now?” 

“I saw him.” Ian nodded honestly. 

“Was it him?” 

After some contemplation, Ian shook his head cautiously. “Although I can’t be entirely certain, the atmosphere in the bar tonight is strange. Miss, we need to be careful as you only have me tonight.” 

As Ian finished speaking, a charming and slightl 

flushed man approached Sheena. 

Sheena glanced at the decent–looking man, who seemed a bit shy, and asked, “What’s up?” 

The man, seemingly summoning great courage, pointed toward a group of men and women in the opposite booth, his gaze pleading. 

“Miss, I lost a game, and they want me to strike up a conversation with you. Only if you accept my drink will they consider it a pass. Can you help me out?” 

Sheena locked eyes with him but remained silent, smiling politely. 

Undeterred by her lack of a clear response, the man grabbed an empty glass from the server and poured her half a glass of red wine. “Miss, can you?” 

Sheena stayed motionless, not taking Miss, can y 

the offered drink. On the side, Ian discreetly reminded, ” 

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Miss, it’s not a good idea to accept drinks from strangers in a bar.”