Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 688

Chapter 688 

Elliot glared at Romello with hostility. His mind was buzzing from the shock, and he clenched his fists so hard that veins were popping out. 

Romello enjoyed the surprise and rage on Elliot’s face, laughing as he left the conference hall. 

Soon, only Logan, Lance, and Howard remained in the hall. 

Howard approached to console Elliot, “Don’t believe Romello’s words. Nana must be doing this to help you secure Clear. She surely doesn’t genuinely want to marry Nathaniel. I suspect it’s a fake wedding!” 

Elliot gazed at him, asking, “You knew all along and intentionally deceived me?” 

Howard avoided his gaze, somewhat lacking in confidence. 

“Yes.” 

Elliot exuded an icy aura, a storm brewing beneath his obsidian eyes. 

“Arrange a private jet immediately. We’re flying to Laubabwe tonight!” 

As he walked toward the door, intense pain gripped his chest. Suddenly, a metallic taste surged in his throat, and he felt suffocated. After taking a couple of floating steps, he spat blood onto the floor, slowly losing consciousness. 

“Mr. Jenkins!” 

“Elliot!” 

Logan, Lance, and Howard witnessed him coughing up blood and fainting, and they were all terrified. They quickly had Logan carry him and rushed to Svelton General Hospital, calling Noah to examine him. 

Due to extreme anger affecting his heart, the virus within Elliot’s body rapidly spread, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and lose consciousness. 

Noah administered IV treatment and strengthened his immune system with medication. 

Elliot slept for a long period, and he only woke up two days later. 

“Nana!” 

He woke up in a panic, checked the date, and immediately tried to get out of bed, but Howard stopped him. 

“Let me go! I need to find Nana! Her wedding with Nathaniel is in three days, and 

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Chapter 688 

I can’t watch her sacrifice herself for Clear! Move!” 

With red eyes and a furious roar, Elliot, once again, entered a frenzied state. 

Howard did his best to prevent him from leaving the bed. 

Corey returned and stood at the foot of the bed, calmly stating, “A few days ago, Lord Gale from Laubabwe suddenly contacted me, saying that Nana wants to cooperate with him, and the condition is the trade tax exemption for Froania.” 

Elliot instantly quieted down, retracting his hand from the scuffle with Howard. He looked at Corey, quickly grasping the situation. 

“So, you mean I should handle things with this Lord Gale?” Elliot questioned. Corey nodded, “Trade and taxation fall under the National Affairs Bureau, but only your National Investigation Bureau has the authority to deploy the military.” Elliot’s forces were the national army, while Corey’s were private security.