Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1555

How could a fall lead to a bruise on the mouth?

What kind of awkward landing would that take?

Everyone at the table silently picked up their utensils and started eating, not addressing the obvious.

After dinner, Sheena helped Nancy with the dishes.

The three men, saying they needed to discuss something, took a lantern and headed outside.

On the rural path, the atmosphere was thick with tension.

They walked in silence until the house was out of sight.

Elliot, who was leading, stopped abruptly, turning sharply to glare at Nathaniel.

Nathaniel stood as relaxed as ever with his hands in his pockets.

Just seeing his face enraged Elliot.

With a dark expression, Elliot called out, "Lionel."

Lionel understood immediately.

He grabbed Nathaniel by the collar, ready to punch him in the face.

Nathaniel glanced at Lionel and warned, "Not the face. It's too noticeable."

Lionel hesitated for a moment before changing his target, landing a series of heavy blows to Nathaniel's stomach.

Each punch was more brutal than the last.

Nathaniel did not fight back, enduring the pain in silence.

When he finally tasted blood in his throat, he turned his head and spat it onto the ground.

Lionel let go of Nathaniel's collar and gave him a resentful shove.

Nathaniel staggered back, hitting a tree trunk.

He leaned against it, coughing violently, blood staining his lips as his face grew paler.

Elliot looked at Nathaniel's pitiful state, feeling a bit more satisfied.

"Pretending to be her husband? If she had believed you, would you have disappeared?"

Nathaniel wiped the blood from his mouth and gave a devilish smile, despite his obvious pain.

"I was just playing around. Who knew she'd still be so sharp even with amnesia?"

Elliot's jaw tightened, and he growled, "You're despicable."

Lionel moved forward again, pinning Nathaniel against the tree and delivering more brutal punches to his abdomen.

Even though it was unbearably painful, Nathaniel did not cry out, showing remarkable resilience.

Elliot coldly asked, "Why didn't you hide?"

"Two big shots from the National Investigation Bureau want to beat me up. Can I even hide?"

Nonetheless, they could not be certain if Sheena actually had amnesia or not, and she might need to be taken to the hospital for tests to know for sure.

Either way, it would have to wait until the next day.

"Let's go back," Elliot said, striding away.

The two men behind him made no move to follow.

He turned back, holding the lantern, and gave them a questioning look, as if asking if they were coming along or if they would just stand there and feed the mosquitoes.

Lionel forced a smile, saying, "Elliot, you go ahead. I want to have a private chat with Nathaniel."

Nathaniel was simply too despicable and was not entirely satisfied with the mere beating just now.

Elliot knew what was up but did not object, saying, "Keep it brief. We don't want to raise suspicion by taking too long."

"Sure thing, you can count on me."

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A little over ten minutes later, Lionel and Nathaniel returned to the cabin.

Lionel rolled up his sleeves as he stepped over the threshold, feeling rather pleased with himself.

Nathaniel leaned against the doorframe, limping slightly, his handsome face pale.

Other than the bruise at the corner of his mouth from before, his face had no visible injuries.

His azure eyes seemed a bit distant as he silently made his way inside.