Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1108

Anne knew Sheena's intention, but she still smiled innocently.

"Ms. Lawson, that's very kind of you. I'll be careful. I didn't take a nap this afternoon. If there's nothing else, I'll head back to rest."

"Alright, get some rest and recharge."

The two girls exchanged a couple of courteous remarks, and Anne left the altar room, her high heels tapping against the floor.

Sheena watched her graceful and leisurely departure until she was completely out of sight.

Then, she locked the altar room door, ensuring the windows were tightly shut.

After completing all this, she walked to the small table where Corey was working, glaring down at him.

Corey did not lift his head, and his pen continued to move.

"Nana, what do you want to ask?"

Sheena felt annoyed and corrected his wording, "Mr. Corey, your memory seems to be failing you. I already told you back when I was pregnant that I was cutting off our sibling relationship. Don't call me Nana anymore."

Corey swallowed hard, concealing the bitterness in his eyes.

"You're right. It's my fault. Is there something you want to ask me?"

Ignoring the indulgence in his hoarse voice, Sheena asked sternly, "It's been about eight months since Sheila disappeared from the countryside. Where do you think she is?"

Corey's hand, which had been writing, suddenly shook, causing the words to become distorted, ruining an entire page.

He tore off the ruined page without a second thought, crumpled it into a ball, and flipped the scripture a few pages to rewrite the lost content.

"I don't know. Maybe she's dead. Even if she's miraculously alive, she wouldn't be foolish enough to return."

"Is that so?"

Sheena scoffed disdainfully, clearly not believing him.

She bent down slowly, forcefully grabbing Corey's chin, forcing him to look up at her.

In the past, she would look at Corey like a docile house cat. She respected and feared Corey.

"You're really considering her welfare, Corey. Do you think I don't see through you? You've never been this protective of an outsider before."

Corey remained silent, offering no explanation.

Sheena grew increasingly annoyed with his calm demeanor.

She believed in her instincts and felt she needed to raise the stakes.

"Before, you insisted on atoning for your sins, wanting to share Sheila's punishment and even endure double the lashes to showcase your bond as siblings. Well then, let's continue. Twenty lashes every afternoon, followed by your reading or copying of the scriptures."

Corey's face turned pale, his anguish and guilt hidden behind his eyes.

"Yes."

Sheena despised his act of resigned acceptance.

She loosened her grip on his chin, her beautiful yet cold face looming close to his.

"Mr. Corey, Anne whispered something to you just now. What did she say?"