Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1192

Stanley quickly thought otherwise, believing Elliot was not someone to be trifled with; he would not let himself off the hook so easily.

He and his father needed to take action first to secure their position within the Jenkins family and claim their rightful authority.

Stanley was adamant that the problem stemmed from why Elliot returned so promptly on the day Santiago had an accident and why he had not acted sooner.

Elliot had to be eliminated; he had to die!

Stanley trembled uncontrollably, his pain-ridden body tense as he was consumed by hatred.

His entire being screamed for Elliot's death, wishing nothing more than to tear him apart limb by limb.

Overwhelmed by resentment, Stanley could not sleep, nor could Peter, who was also detained at the National Investigation Bureau.

Fortunately, Peter had not committed any major offenses. Elliot had merely locked him up to prevent him from causing trouble, sparing him from the officers' harsh treatment.

Peter leaned against the wall, the highest point of which had a small ventilation window allowing faint moonlight to filter into the cell.

He wondered if Stanley had managed to escape the country and if Elliot believed his words.

It had been two days, but Elliot had not visited him at all.

Had Santiago told Elliot the truth?

That was impossible. After all, Santiago's lips were sealed tight.

Peter pondered these questions, his weary eyes squinting slightly.

The turmoil of thoughts prevented him from closing his eyes and sleeping.

He smoked, occasionally blowing out smoke rings, the bitter taste lingering in his mouth.

Perhaps he should talk to Elliot tomorrow.

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The following morning.

The chirping of birds filled the garden, sunlight filtering through the thin curtains into the master bedroom of E&S Haven.

Sheena woke up comfortably, finding herself nestled in Elliot's arms, his embrace offering warmth and security.

He leaned down, showering Sheena with a torrent of kisses.

It was as if he wanted to leave a mark on every inch of her body, like a fierce beast marking its territory, not allowing anyone else to invade, dominant and unyielding.

Sheena was left dizzy from his affectionate kisses, intoxicated by his love.

She pressed her hand against Elliot's forehead, pushing him away.

"Stop it! I'm trying to talk about something important here."

Elliot knew when to stop pushing his luck. Any more mischief would only anger her, so he obediently lay down beside her.

"Last night, you didn't have an episode. I held you, and you didn't wake up until morning."

Sheena was relieved to hear that.

It was good news.

"Honey, does this mean my bipolar disorder is cured? Can we finally bring Asher and Adora back from Grandpa's place without worrying?"