Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1546

With a sigh, Elliot opened his eyes and hoarsely asked, "Got any cigarettes?"

He was in a lousy mood, and he needed something to distract his troubled mind.

Lance was taken aback but quickly responded, "Yes, I have some with me."

He hurriedly reached into his pocket and pulled out his own pack of cigarettes.

However, he hesitated before handing it to Elliot.

"Mr. Jenkins, you've been smoking too much lately. How are you going to explain it to Mrs. Jenkins when she returns?"

Elliot's brow furrowed with impatience as he reached out his hand, commanding, "Hand it over."

Although Sheena disapproved of him smoking, he simply could not resist.

Without Sheena around to stop him, he would smoke as much as he pleased.

If Sheena knew about it, she should appear sooner so he could face the consequences and make amends.

Whether it was a broken hand or a fractured leg, he would welcome it all.

It had been eight days since he lost all contact with Sheena, and Elliot was even starting to miss her ruler and washboard.

He shut his heavy lids, not letting anyone notice he was close to tears.

Elliot lazily exhaled smoke as Lance lit his own cigarette.

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Two days later, Priscilla was forcibly taken to the plastic surgery hospital, but she did not wake up after the anesthesia.

By the time officers from the National Investigation Bureau arrived, all attempts at resuscitation had failed, and her death was confirmed.

Elliot was furious.

A fugitive suspect actually dared to silently take Priscilla's life on the operating table.

Two teams from the National Investigation Bureau were fully engaged in investigating the matter.

That afternoon, Priscilla's autopsy report came out.

Clutched in her palm was a piece of yellow note, but the curled motion of Priscilla's fingers indicated that the note had been forcibly inserted while she was unconscious.

The scene of Sheena possibly being with Nathaniel, being intimate, laughing, being flirtatious…

His breathing became shallow, and his heart was aching.

It did not take long before his eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded a terrifying chill.

He could not accept it.

He would go insane.

He really would!

"Get Lionel to call Nathaniel and find out his location, now!"

Crumpling the note, Elliot stood up and exited the National Investigation Bureau, forgetting to grab his military jacket.

"Yes, I'm on it! Mr. Jenkins, wait for me!"

It was windy outside, and the weather was biting.

Lance hurriedly grabbed Elliot's jacket and followed his footsteps, running to catch up with him.