Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433

The next day at the Jenkins Group, Lionel walked into the CEO’s office with a gloomy expression. He had visited various stables in Svelton yesterday and finally found a whip specifically used for taming

wild and fierce horses.

He handed it to Elliot, saying, “This whip is quite rough, Mr. Jenkins. Be careful.”

Elliot, deep in thought, stored the item away. Lionel, still concerned, reminded him, “Mr. Jenkins, if Ms. Sheena really whips you tonight, don’t force yourself to endure it. Pretend to be more helpless, cry out in pain, shed a couple of tears to make her feel sorry for you.”

Elliot nodded without saying a word, contemplating how to explain things later in the evening

Seeing Elliot was not taking his advice seriously, Lionel felt quite frustrated.

Then again, if the person getting hit was not worried, why should he be so anxious?

During the day, Sheena went to Angle Group as usual, continuing her preparations before the official operation. The busy day ended smoothly, and Corey’s investigation results were also faxed to her before the end of the workday.

Sheena printed out the information and carefully examined it, her expression growing increasingly icy. The data revealed that Elliot had indeed visited Hurokey a few months ago.

Since the Jenkins family had no business in Hurokey, going to a plastic surgery hospital seemed like

the only plausible reason.

So, was Elliot really lying to her last night?

As she pondered, John suddenly knocked on the door and entered.

“Miss, Lionel just came by and said Mr. Jenkins invites you to have dinner at the mansion after work. He’s personally cooking. Will you go?”

“Sure,” Sheena answered almost without hesitation.

If she could not investigate him discreetly, she might as well confront Elliot directly. She tidied up her desk, stuffed the documents into her bag, grabbed her coat from the coat rack, and glanced at John.

“Let’s go now.”

“What do you mean?” Sheena glanced at him, puzzled.

Lionel looked frustrated and resisted the urge to say more. In the end, he just sighed silently,” Nothing, please go inside.”

Although Sheena found it strange, seeing that he did not want to say more, she did not press him. Approaching the door, she was about to knock when she noticed the door was slightly ajar.

Gently pushing it open, the door suddenly burst open a crack, and from behind, a strong force grabbed her wrist, pulling her in.

A familiar and warm embrace tightly held her, arms trembling from the tightness.

Sheena could tell the person holding her was nervous.

“Mr. Jenkins, what are you doing?”

Elliot wore only a thin silk white shirt, remaining silent.