Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 923

Chapter 923 

The soldiers from the Fourth Division all withdrew back to the bureau. 

Sheena and Elliot, along with Lionel carrying Phoebe on his back, hurried back to E&S Haven, where Howard and Jacintha had been waiting at the door for some time. 

Knowing their plan for the day, Howard was visibly restless, pacing back and forth at the 

entrance. 

Jacintha found herself a chair, matching her sitting time to Howard’s standing time. 

The night had fallen, and the mansion’s porch lights cast Howard’s shadow long and 

narrow. 

Jacintha endured and endured until she could not anymore. 

Finally, she said, “Mr. Howard, can’t you sit still for a moment? You’re making me dizzy! Why not take a seat for a while?” 

Howard paid her no mind, continuing his restless pacing. 

It was getting quite late, yet there was still no word from Sheena’s end, leaving them unsure if the plan went smoothly. 

How could he possibly sit still at such a critical moment? 

Unable to persuade him, Jacintha sighed and shook her head, reluctantly accompanying the wait for Lionel. 

After a while, they heard hurried footsteps not far away. 

Howard turned to look and, despite the dim outside lights, his gaze was immediately 

drawn to Phoebe on Lionel’s back. 

“Phoebe?” 

He rushed over, decisively taking the unconscious Phoebe from Lionel’s back and holding her tightly. 

Howard’s eyes became teary when he saw her pale face and the clearly visible deep red bruises on her wrists and neck. 

He looked at Sheena, asking, “Nana, what happened to her? Is she injured?” 

Sheena sighed and replied, “Let’s discuss inside. This isn’t the place for this conversation. 

Toward understood immediately, nodding and carrying Phoebe into the mansion. 

The other three followed quickly. 

Two minutes later, Howard learned the whole story from Sheena. 

Inside the mansion, Howard slammed the table, and the loud thud echoed, startling the birds perched in the garden trees. 

His eyes reddened with anger, wishing he could immediately skin Romello alive for what he had done to Phoebe. 

“To imprison and torment his own sister… he’s nothing short of a beast!” 

The atmosphere in the living room was unusually solemn. 

Phoebe was settled in one of the guest rooms, where Jacintha was caring for her, helping 

her change into clean clothes and gently tending to her body. 

Lionel and Sheena stood with lowered gazes, their expressions serious. 

The corner of Elliot’s mouth twitched, and he broke the tension with a cold tone. 

“This coffee table was air freighted from Yurnle, made of crystal glass. If it breaks, it must be compensated at full price, even if you’re family.” 

Howard, Lionel, and Sheena were surprised by his sudden remark. 

Howard, still with reddened eyes from shock at Phoebe’s injury, looked at Elliot in