Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Elliot asked anxiously, “Is she feeling unwell?”

“Ms. Lawson just said she was tired. When I went in, her complexion seemed normal, so she probably isn’t sick.”

“That’s good to hear.”

After hanging up the phone, Elliot packed his things, took the elevator downstairs,

and drove alone to the Lawson Group.

By the time he arrived, it was completely dark outside.

As Sheena’s husband, Elliot faced no obstacles and effortlessly made his way to the top–floor CEO’s office.

The assistant courteously bowed to him and gestured for him to enter.

While Sheena had instructed that no one should disturb her, the assistant believed

Sheena likely referred to all employees, allies, and partners, but Elliot was an

exception.

After ushering Elliot in, the assistant, aware that she should not disrupt their personal affairs, quietly tidied up her desk and left.

Elliot entered the office quietly and turned on the lights but found no one inside.

“Nana?” Elliot called tentatively.

Seeing that the door to the lounge was closed but the lights were on, he walked over.

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As the door creaked open, Elliot saw the chaotic scene inside.

The floor was scattered with decorations and books, with some pages torn.

He stepped inside cautiously in his leather shoes and called out, “Honey?”

Not far away, he spotted a figure sitting on the floor, tearing pages from a book in

frustration.

It was the first time Elliot had seen Sheena like this, and he immediately went over to Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

check on her.

“What’s wrong? Is there something bothering you at work that you need to vent

about? Nana, tell me,” he asked as he knelt down and gently lifted Sheena’s face.

However, he was shocked to see her eyes reddened with anger, her gaze wild and

terrifying.

When their eyes met, Sheena’s red lips curled into a sinister smile, and her eyes

gleamed with a bloodthirsty glint.

Elliot’s sole focus was on observing whether she had harmed herself in her outburst,

completely oblivious to her aggressiveness.

“Let’s go. We need to get you checked out at the lab.”

As he was about to carry Sheena, she suddenly slapped him hard.

The slap squarely on his left cheek.

His head tilted to the side, and he felt a burning sensation on his cheek.

Elliot was stunned, and it took him a while to recover his senses.

He could not believe she had just slapped him.

Since they reconciled, Sheena had never hit his face. At most, it would only be a playful pinch on his cheeks.

He turned his head in confusion, only to see Sheena’s eyes filled with excitement.

While he was still bewildered, Sheena swung her right hand again.

Another forceful slap, backed by her martial arts skills, aimed straight at his face.

He did not dodge, taking the blow head–on.

His teeth bit into the soft flesh of his mouth, and blood trickled down his chin.

The consecutive slaps forced him to reassess Sheena.

Her gaze was wild, and once again, she swung her hand in a frenzy of rage.

I’m sorry, Elliot finally intervened, swiftly grabbing her wrist and delivering a sharp strike to the back of her head.

With a heavy thud, Sheena slumped unconscious into his arms.

Elliot held her tightly, wasting no time as he hurried to the garage, heading for the lab.

The chaos in the lounge and the vicious slaps indicated that Sheena’s condition was

very off.