Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1471

Nathaniel was busy cleaning the lab restrooms, oblivious to the plotting.

Since he and Lionel had been tasked with cleaning for a while, Asher and Adora had stopped insisting they wear women's clothing.

Relieved to be back in comfortable men's attire, Nathaniel and Lionel were in much better spirits at work.

Nathaniel was rinsing the last stall on the fourth floor.

He held a hose and sprayed water high into the air.

Suddenly, a young man in a lab coat walked into the restroom.

Nathaniel heard the footsteps and turned, locking eyes with the person.

Both of them froze.

It was the same man who had previously asked Nathaniel for his number.

Nathaniel felt a bit awkward and glanced down at his outfit.

Without the wig and women's clothing, he felt more confident.

However, the man gaped at Nathaniel.

It was his first time seeing Nathaniel in men's clothes, and he was shocked that he could pull off a stunning feminine look without makeup.

Moreover, Nathaniel was also strikingly handsome in male attire, his blue eyes adding an exotic charm to his beauty.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you here to use the restroom? Just go about your business."

While Nathaniel spoke indifferently, it sounded strangely commanding.

Even his expression carried a hint of annoyance and a touch of menace.

The man hesitated.

The image of relieving himself under the scrutiny of someone so much more handsome than him was… odd.

Plus, he had previously mistaken Nathaniel for a beautiful woman and even tried to pursue him…

After a brief moment of awkwardness, the man turned to leave.

"Never mind. I lost the urge.”

Nathaniel watched him walk away, bewildered.

He could not help but think the doctor man was strange, coming all the way to the restroom only to lose the urge at the door.

During breaks, Elliot would peel fruits for Asher.

The atmosphere between the father and son was delightful.

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At the Nicholls Group, from the moment Mavis walked through the glass doors of the 15th-floor maintenance department, she noticed her colleagues looking at her strangely.

People passing by with coffee or documents gave her lingering, meaningful glances.

Even those seated at their desks scrutinized her with odd expressions as she walked past, making her uneasy.

Not wanting to draw attention, Mavis quickly made her way to her corner workstation.

Remembering how some colleagues had been annoyed with her and defended Diana the previous day, she did not sit down immediately.

Instead, she checked her workstation carefully.

The chair appeared undisturbed, the computer was intact, and it powered on without issue.

The desk was as tidy as when she had left it the previous day.