Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1319

"I'm already injured. Please spare me," Elliot pleaded in a gentle tone, not minding the dirt on Sheena's body as he pulled her slender figure tightly into his arms.

He wished to meld her warm body into his own and never let go.

As Elliot held Sheena close and felt her heartbeat, his mood gradually calmed.

Sheena sighed, wrapping her arms around his muscular waist, inhaling his comforting scent.

Reuben was screaming erratically on the ground as if he was possessed.

Jacob struggled to restrain Reuben, who was bound tightly.

He glanced at the couple embracing in the distance, feeling reluctant to disrupt the moment but compelled to remind, "Mr. Jenkins…"

Elliot released Sheena and took her hand, walking over.

His gaze was intense as he made eye contact with Reuben.

He stooped down, drawing his gun and pressing it against Reuben's chin.

In a cold tone, he questioned, "Why did you harm the babies of prestigious families with tainted milk formula?"

Reuben refused to speak.

After a while, he suddenly widened his eyes, his gaze empty.

"Oh no!" Jacob exclaimed, examining his mouth. "He must've taken poison, causing him to scream like a madman just now! Should we rush him to the hospital for emergency treatment?"

Elliot shook his head and replied, "Given the severity of his condition, it's likely a lethal toxin used in the underworld. He was probably a high-ranking member with access to classified information. We can't save him."

The other bodyguards supposedly working under Reuben had all been subdued nearby, but they were just low-level henchmen, unlikely to know much.

Elliot scanned their faces, searching for clues.

His voice grew solemn as he asked, "Where's the head bodyguard who always comes to negotiate? Why isn't he here?"

Knowing who Elliot was referring to, Miguel answered, "Billie? He's inside. When the fight broke out, he tried to resist and was knocked unconscious by my men."

Contrary to his rumored cold and ruthless demeanor, Reuben seemed less threatening than Billie.

Elliot carefully searched the dead man's pockets and found a neatly folded piece of paper.

About to unfold it, Elliot furrowed his brow and suddenly looked up, instructing Miguel, "Mr. Cameron, you and Mr. Fitzpatrick are both seasoned in the underworld. You know the rules well. Some things are easier to handle with your expertise. Since there's not much to find here, why not assist my subordinates?"

Miguel dared not disobey Elliot's command.

When dealing with anyone from the National Investigation Bureau, he had to tread carefully, especially when it was Elliot himself.

Miguel nodded and bowed, quickly agreeing to go.

He was afraid of being blamed for any delays.

Once Miguel left, the room fell into silence.

Elliot unfolded the paper and found a neatly written note, starkly contrasting with the messy surroundings, indicating it had been prepared in advance.