Wait, She’s a Billionaire

“What’s this about?” Sheena asked.

“Where were you on March 14th, thirteen years ago? Did you visit Pine Street in Farlem?” Elijah inquired patiently.

“I don’t remember,” Sheena replied, still maintaining a distant manner. Moreover, it had been such a long time. How could she possibly recall?

Elijah remained composed. “Alright, let me phrase it differently. Do you remember a car accident that happened on March 14th, thirteen years ago? Three people died at the scene, and only a young boy in the back seat survived, rescued by a girl.”

Sheena was shocked, wondering why he was asking about this.

Could that young boy be him?

Sheena met his probing gaze and recalled fragments of her memories in a haze. She did save a person out of sheer coincidence that year. However, she had not given it much thought at the time.

Besides, Sheena was in Farlem that year for a crucial matter involving the Lawson family’s privacy, and she had no intention of sharing that with Elijah, nor did she want him to continue investigating.

After all, that matter was too dangerous, and she did not want anyone else getting involved. Sheena replied coldly, “No, I don’t know. If you don’t have any other questions, I’ll be leaving.

Elijah reached out to stop her, but her icy gaze stopped him, and he withdrew his hand.

“Mr. Freeman, don’t forget you’re Jennifer’s fiance. Pay more attention to her as she’s still recovering in the hospital,” Sheena taunted him, unlocking the door and leaving.

In that fleeting moment when she turned around, Sheena glimpsed a subtle flicker of disappointment in Elijah’s eyes. Although it was not obvious, she still managed to catch it. She wondered why he was disappointed, but she did not dwell on it.

At the moment, Elijah was insignificant to her. He was merely a minor figure in life, and she would not let him hinder her progress.

Sheena composed herself and elegantly fixed her hair behind her ears.

Elijah did not stop her, letting her leave the private room.

As Sheena stepped out, she locked eyes with Leon, who gave her a hostile glare.

“Mr. Freeman has gathered all the evidence. Your involvement in assaulting Ms. Moore will be exposed soon! When that happens, Mr. Freeman won’t spare you!” Leon’s voice dripped with

resentment.

“Are you done?” Sheena glanced at him, smiling mockingly. “Bring it on then. I’m waiting.” Her petite frame exuded an unexpectedly commanding presence, and Leon instinctively took a few steps back when he met her gaze. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

In her high heels, Sheena briskly walked away with her footsteps echoing through the spacious restaurant.

“That was strange,‘ Leon thought, perplexed by his own fear of her.

Two days had passed since Elijah mentioned the five–day deadline, and various media outlets were closely following the matter, speculating.

Sheena paid no attention to the negative comments against her, focusing solely on preparations for the all–girls talent show.

“Ms. Sheena, these are the relevant files on the set. Please do a final review.” Wendy placed a file folder on her desk.

“Got it. You can leave first. I’ll call you when I’m done.”