Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1290

"But I know you've already considered this possibility. Otherwise, you wouldn't have had Lionel check the shipping records and personnel involved," Nathaniel remarked.

Elliot remained silent, his gaze calm.

"Just as expected of the top elite of the Special Investigation Department who ranked first in the exam. It's been a year and a half since you were relieved of your position as head of the Special Investigation Department. During this time, you've endured beatings, been on the run, and even gone to teach in a remote country. Despite all that, you remember everything you've learned and still are as sharp as ever."

Nathaniel stared at his handsome face, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"It's rare to hear you compliment me. Could the National Investigation Bureau be short of manpower, and you're considering recruiting talent?"

Elliot replied calmly, "If you manage to defeat Lionel, and if you want a position in the National Investigation Bureau, I might consider writing a letter of recommendation for you."

The joy in Nathaniel's eyes intensified.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Jenkins. I'll do my best in the fight against Lionel when the time comes."

Elliot did not respond, his gaze gradually becoming unreadable.

Nathaniel was the former head of the Special Investigation Department and was currently in control of the Nicholls family.

He obviously had his ambitions.

Elliot knew that Nathaniel and Romello were equally ruthless individuals.

People like them would only become more unpredictable as they gained more power.

They could easily make friends but just as easily become enemies.

If Nathaniel really managed to defeat Lionel, Elliot would reduce his trips to E&S Haven as a precaution.

While thinking about that, Elliot happened to receive a message notification.

He set down his teacup and straightened his collar and coat elegantly.

Meanwhile, at Svelton Prison.

Peter was startled awake by a strong beam of flashlight during his sleep.

The guard shouted, "Prisoner number 5803, get dressed and come with me immediately."

Tired from a day of hard labor, Peter reluctantly complied and followed the guard's lead.

It was late at night, and the prison dormitories were eerily quiet.

Peter followed along, feeling uneasy.

"May I ask where we're going? Why am I getting called out in the middle of the night?"

Unless it was… to silence him for good…