Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 956

Chapter 956 

As the banquet was about to start, Romello seamlessly flashed a gracious smile and made his way to the stage. 

Sheena and the now beautifully dressed Gabrielle descended the stairs together. 

The round tables in the garden were filled with upper–class guests. 

Romello delivered a well–spoken five–minute welcome speech, and Nathaniel stood quietly beside him, playing the role of the obedient younger brother. 

Tonight, being a formal occasion, Nathaniel had shaved off his stubble, looking notably younger. Despite the roughness on his weathered face being more pronounced than before, it was not too noticeable in the dim evening light, and he still appeared as handsome as he was. 

After the speeches concluded, Nathaniel, under Romello’s direction, proceeded to toast 

each table. 

Given Elliot’s influence in Froania, naturally, he was the first to be honored. 

Nathaniel approached Elliot’s table slowly, with Romello quietly trailing behind, resembling a concerned older brother, making sure his younger sibling acted. appropriately. 

“Mr. Jenkins, there’s been too much between us, and it’s all my fault. Tonight, I want to make amends by pouring you a drink myself. I hope we can put the past behind us and move on,” Nathaniel said with a smile, pouring expensive red wine into a glass held out by a servant. 

Unbeknownst to Elliot, a white powder discreetly slipped into the rich red wine as Nathaniel poured. 

Behind him, Romello observed this subtle action, and his gaze gradually turned calm. 

“Here, Mr. Jenkins. Let’s drink to this and let bygones be bygones,” Nathaniel urged, offering the glass to Elliot. 

Elliot remained cold and silent, refusing to acknowledge Nathaniel’s gesture as if he were invisible. 

Then, Nathaniel then turned to Sheena, extending the glass to her. 

Chapter 956 

“Nana, Mr. Jenkins won’t accept my apology. I’ve heard he listens to you the most. For old times‘ sake, do you mind persuading him?” 

In this play, Sheena played the mediator. 

She turned to Elliot and said, “Honey, it’s just a drink, and it doesn’t mean anything. But if you refuse, his toasting rounds for tonight will be stuck at this first table. Just take it, or maybe you drink half, and I’ll drink the other?” 

Reluctantly, Elliot agreed, swayed by Sheena’s influence. 

With a respectful bow, Nathaniel held the glass up, presenting it to Elliot. 

As Elliot reached for it, Sheena intercepted it, adhering to their earlier agreement, and 

took a sip first. 

As Sheena took a sip of her drink, Nathaniel kept his gaze lowered, the dim, twinkling lights in the garden obscuring his expression. Yet, one could tell that he was indifferent 

to the situation. 

Romello frowned, sensing something amiss. 

After Nathaniel completed his rounds of toasting each table of guests, Romello pulled 

him aside to a secluded corner. 

He quietly inquired, “Are you pulling some kind of trick behind my 

back?” 

Nathaniel was confused, questioning back, “Romello, what do you mean?” 

Romello scoffed and said, “I know you well. Sheena is the woman you’ve pursued all your life. How could you stand by and watch her drink that glass of wine?” 

Moreover, the substance was a potent drug imported from abroad.