Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1174

Elliot rose from his seat and gracefully poured a glass of warm water.

"Get up now. I've paused the timer, and the remaining time will be noted for later. Remember to watch your mouth. If there's another slip-up, the punishment will double."

"Thank you, Elliot."

Granted mercy, Lionel landed on his feet but inevitably staggered a few steps, and his arms felt weak from the punishment.

As he steadied himself, a glass of warm water was handed to him.

When he noticed it was Elliot, Lionel's eyes, already stung red by sweat, grew even redder.

Elliot, of all people… was serving him water?

Lionel was flattered and overwhelmed with shock, almost at a loss for words.

He was obviously given a physical punishment, but Elliot's kindness simply caught him off guard.

Was this a mind game?

Was there more physical torture waiting for him after he finished the water?

Like the time Romello was tormented in this office for an entire afternoon?

Lost in thought, Lionel did not reach out to take the glass.

Elliot frowned, looking as aloof as always.

"You're about to be promoted to deputy chief, and everyone will have to call you Mr. Lionel. Are you refusing my water because you think I'm beneath you?"

Though meant as a jest, the words weighed heavily on Lionel's ears.

Frightened, Lionel bowed respectfully and replied, "Of course not! My promotion to deputy chief is all thanks to your support and guidance. I'll always remember your kindness and will forever be your subordinate."

Elliot smirked as he patiently extended the glass.

"We're comrades, family, and friends."

Lionel felt a lump in his throat, deeply moved by Elliot's words.

He repeated them solemnly, "Yes. Comrades, family, and friends."

Then, he took the glass.

It was the last day of Stanley's leg injury recovery.

As Elliot instructed, the bodyguards went to Peter's mansion to find Stanley.

Following Elliot's previous orders, they were supposed to take him to the altar room for thirty lashes and bring him to the National Investigation Bureau for questioning before sending him to a high-security prison for a five-year sentence.

However, upon arrival at Peter's mansion, they could not find Stanley anywhere.

Listening attentively to the bodyguard's report, Elliot's expression turned grim.

"Uncle Peter actually stopped you from taking Stanley away?"

The bodyguard shook his head and explained, "We searched the entire mansion, but Mr. Stanley was nowhere to be found. Uncle Grant called and even checked his phone's GPS location, but there was no trace of him. It's like he vanished into thin air."

Elliot's handsome face grew stern as he suppressed his anger.

Adjusting his military uniform, he spoke coldly, "Uncle Peter is simply too audacious for hiding Stanley and obstructing the National Investigation Bureau's investigation process. Since he obviously has too much time on his hands and wants to visit the National Investigation Bureau, we should arrange for his stay in a single room for a few days."

Elliot called Logan and instructed him to bring a team of soldiers to the Jenkins estate to demand answers.