Wait, She’s a Billionaire

On the seventh floor, a man’s grunting echoed from a worn–out room.

The building, aged through the years, creaked as the door was pushed open.

Nathaniel was bound to a wooden chair with cotton stuffed into his mouth, and a black cloth covered his head. As he heard someone entering, he stopped struggling

As the black cloth was lifted off his head, the bright light made it hard for him to open his eyes.

Gradually adjusting his focus, Nathaniel looked at the person who entered.

A smile spread across his face when he saw Sheena.

Once the cotton cloth was removed from his mouth, he eagerly said, “Nana, I knew you’d come back for me. Quick, untie me.”

Sheena remained motionless, looking down at him from above. In her eyes, there was nothing but coldness, along with disdain and mockery, devoid of any positive emotions.

Nathaniel immediately sensed that something was amiss. He scanned his surroundings and said, “It seems you’re not here to rescue me. Are you here to interrogate me?”

Sheena produced a small, transparent glass bottle, only the size of two thumbs. Her cold gaze examined the liquid inside the bottle.

“I already know about his illness. Now, you hold no value to me. Seeing you live a peaceful life in prison angers me.”

Nathaniel also stared at the bottle in her hand, feeling that it could not be anything good.

He chuckled. “You deliberately brought me out to kill me and avenge Elliot, didn’t you?”

Sheena glared at him. “Dying is an easy way out for you! However, you better pray for Eli. If he dies, I’ll make sure to bury you with him!”

Nathaniel laughed heartily, quite pleased with himself.

“Sounds like Elliot is already on his deathbed! That’s great. Once he’s gone, you can only be mine! I don’t believe you’d kill me. We grew up together. As long as you still cherish our past, you won’t be

able to kill me!”

“Is our past even worth mentioning?”

Sheena’s gaze turned increasingly icy as she handed the glass bottle to Nathaniel.

“This is something I recently obtained from Noah. It’s a sample from his previous research on a rare disease called Aita. I heard it causes the entire body to decay within a few months, covered in ulcers. During the onset, the pain is unbearable.”

Nathaniel stared at her in disbelief.

She continued, “The only advantage of this disease is that it’s not lethal to the body. However, the pain during the outbreak is horrifying, and the disfigurement is severe. Many people can’t bear it, suffer mental breakdowns, and choose to take their own life instead.”

“Nana! You’re ruthless!”

Sheena grabbed his prison uniform, anger burning in her eyes.

“Weren’t you the same when you used the bio–virus to harm me and Elliot?”

She loosened his prison uniform, stepping back as she said, “Come in.”

Two bodyguards, arranged by Corey, promptly entered, bowing respectfully.

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“Feed him the medicine.”

“Yes.”

The bodyguards took the glass bottle from Sheena’s hand.

Sheena leaned casually against the door frame, taking out a wet tissue and elegantly wiping her hands that had touched Nathaniel.

Nathaniel, held by the bodyguards, had his jaw forced open, struggling in vain. He looked at Sheena, whose eyes were devoid of warmth and filled with coldness.

As the medicine was about to be poured into his mouth, Nathaniel shouted at her, “Nana! Aren’t you curious how, despite being in prison, I know so much about Elliot? Don’t you want to know the secrets behind me?”

Sheena coldly laughed, unfazed. “I can investigate that myself. Once I find out, they’ll end up like you, brutally tortured!”

Seeing her determined to make him swallow the medicine, a hint of fear finally appeared in Nathaniel’s deep blue eyes.

“Wait! I also know a way to cure Elliot. Don’t you want to save him?”