Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 892

Chapter 892 

Noah was left speechless. 

Was he supposed to just swallow his pride and stay silent? 

Unable to do much else, he could only reluctantly follow behind Hannah. 

Svelton. 

Since returning last night, the atmosphere at E&S Haven had been unusually tense. 

Even by lunchtime, Sheena had not spoken a word. 

Elliot sighed inwardly, grateful that he knew she was troubled by Howard’s situation; otherwise, he might have thought she was upset with him again. 

“Nana, stop worrying. Let’s finish our meal first, and then we can discuss solutions toge 

He ladled a bowl of freshly made soup, placing it in front of Sheena. 

Sheena did not touch it, her expression still grave. 

together. 

“This morning, I asked Ford to contact Romello. I wanted to visit Madam Nicholls and check on Phoebe, but Romello declined.” 

She stared at the bowl in a daze, frustrated as she continued, “He even turned down my request for a meeting, citing important tasks at the bureau.” 

Elliot nudged the bowl of soup closer to her, saying, “I’ll talk to Romello. He can choose not to see 

you, 

but he must see nie. Nana, drink your soup first. Leave the rest to me.” 

With those words, Sheena felt a wave of relief wash over her. 

Having someone to rely on felt wonderful. 

By mid–afternoon, Elliot had reached out to Romello. 

However, Romello was indeed out on a mission in the outskirts and unavailable. 

“Nana, I’ve informed Romello. He’ll come to E&S Haven to see me tomorrow morning. You can talk to 

him then.” 

“Okay,” Sheena replied. “And how’s Howard doing? Is he behaving himself?” 

“I checked. He’s been relatively quiet for now, not causing any trouble, but he hasn’t been cooking either. I doubt he’s had a meal in the past two days.” 

“He’s intentionally going on a hunger strike to spite me?” Sheena furrowed her brow, obviously annoyed. “Whatever. He can’t starve to death in two days. Besides, if he hasn’t resolved Phoebe’s issue, he wouldn’t dare to die.” 

Elliot nodded, pulling her into his embrace and affectionately rubbing her neck with his cheek 

In a husky voice, he said, “Nana, we finally have half a day off. Since you’re not on your period anymore, would you like to…” 

Before he could finish, Sheena pushed his forehead away. 

“Don’t you know the rules? We can only be intimate two days after my period stops!” 

Elliot was at a loss for words. 

At the same time, at the Moore Group in Farlem. 

After finishing lunch, Noah wasted no time returning to the office. 

Even though his fingers were sore from typing, he did not stop. 

Observing his diligent work, Hannah wondered if she had been too demanding 

She decided to podr him a glass of hot water and took it to his desk, glancing at the remaining untranslated documents. 

There was still an hour left until the end of the workday Surprisingly, Noah only had three documents left out of the initial forty–plus. 

He had managed to tackle a significant amount of work throughout the day 

Impressed by his capabilities, Hannah could not help but feel amazed. 

She thought it was a shame that he had no interest in the business world; otherwise, he would have been a formidable figure. 

Noticing her gaze, Noah paused and turned to her. 

“What’s wrong? Did I make a mistake somewhere?” 

Hannah clicked her tongue lightly. 

“No. Mr. Noah, you’re quite talented. Looks like my attempt to fulfill your childhood wish might fall through.” 

She smirked and returned to her desk 

Meanwhile, Noah watched her figure leave, lost in thought. 

Was Hannah planning to punish him? 

It made sense. 

She had endured a year of pursuing him and facing his cold treatment. Now that their roles were reversed, facing a little payback seemed fair. 

With that thought in mind, he quietly deleted all three translated documents from his computer and emptied the recycle bin. 

Chapter 803 

The deleted documents were gone for good, beyond retrieval. 

Noah did not feel remorseful. He continued translating the remaining three documents without showing any emotion. However, his typing speed slowed down considerably, 

The office once again fell into the rhythm of clacking keyboards, with no one speaking up first. 

During busy times, time always seemed to fly by.