Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 827

Chapter 827 

Elliot raised his head, meeting her gaze with excitement gleaming in his dark eyes. 

After a moment, he lowered his gaze again. “But wouldn’t it be risky? If others find out about you getting married during this crucial time, they’ll surely gossip about you.” 

“We can keep our marriage low–key, just between us. Besides, our happiness matters more than what others think.” 

After pondering for a while, Elliot’s eyes lit up with joy once more. “You’re right, Nana. We should live life on our own terms.” 

He grinned mischievously, “Why don’t we just register our marriage tomorrow?” 

Sheena playfully tapped his forehead. “Alright, I’ll follow your lead.” 

Elliot, still crouched in front of her, hugged her legs upon hearing the news that he would be officially married tomorrow. He rested his head on her thighs, indulging in the moment. 

Sheena gently stroked the back of his head. 

Suddenly, Sheena’s phone rang on the bedside table. 

It was Paul. 

A call at this hour could only mean trouble. 

Sheena answered the phone, only to find it was not Paul’s voice on the other end. 

It was a man’s voice, sounding breathless as if he had just finished exercising. 

“Hello, Ms. Lawson. I’m Mr. Jenkins’s subordinate. My code name is Thanksgiving. Since Mr. Jenkins hasn’t been answering calls, I had to resort to using your bodyguard’s phone to reach you and Mr. 

Jenkins.” 

Sheena put the call on speaker, and Elliot listened intently beside her. 

He reached for his phone and realized it was on silent mode, with several missed calls from Thanksgiving. 

Their gazes met, instantly turning serious. The fact that the person Elliot had sent to monitor Sheila was using Paul’s phone to call Sheena indicated something was wrong. 

“What happened on Sheila’s end?” Sheena asked in a grave tone. 

Thanksgiving quickly briefed Sheena and Elliot on the situation. 

Sheena listened attentively, her expression unchanged, before calmly arranging a plan. 

“Although the river is turbulent, Sheila’s injuries are serious. She couldn’t have gone far. Tonight, I’ll send some of Dark Bell’s operatives to assist you in retrieving her. Bring her back, dead or alive!” 

“Yes, Ms. Lawson,” Thanksgiving replied before hanging up, leaving the room enveloped in solemnity 

Sheena stares at the raindrops on the window glass, scoffing, “She’s still not learned her lessons, trying to escape. Eli, do you think Corey has anything to do with this?” 

Elliot was taken aback. “Corey has been kneeling in the altar room, reciting scriptures lately. Ever since you reprimanded Sheila, he hasn’t paid any attention to her.” 

She remained silent, lost in thought.