Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 2257

"Let go of me, or I'll scream," Mavis threatened, taken aback by his bold behavior.

"Do you think anyone would dare enter this room at this hour?" Nathaniel replied calmly.

Just as Mavis was figuring out how to escape, he suddenly released her without warning.

"Alright, let's not waste time. Get on with it."

Mavis was stunned at how quickly his mood changed, and it sounded as if she had been the one stalling.

"Turn around!" Mavis ordered, scrubbing his back hard as if venting her frustration.

The next day, Nathaniel felt refreshed after his bath. Having Mavis rest in his room felt like a small victory, and his mood significantly improved.

He contacted Lionel to report on last night's progress and seek advice.

[Lionel: If you want to take things further, you need to move her emotionally!]

Nathaniel pondered this, agreeing.

[Nathaniel: How?]

[Lionel: Women love jewelry and handbags. Just send her a few.]

Nathaniel knew he should give her gifts, but she did not lack these things. Besides, it seemed insincere, and he felt it was not enough.

[Nathaniel: It's not heartfelt enough.]

Seeing that his plan was rejected, Lionel smacked his forehead and hurriedly typed another reply.

[Lionel: Got it! How about a romantic gesture?]

He even added a mischievous emoji at the end of the message.

After listening to Lionel's detailed plan, Nathaniel thought it was feasible.

The pressure of preparation naturally fell on Troy.

"Of course," Nathaniel replied.

They quickly agreed on a plan—Nathaniel would set up the surprise, while Callum would keep Mavis company to prevent her from stumbling upon it early.

As Nathaniel sat in the ward alone, he felt that roses alone were not thoughtful enough.

He needed special roses.

An idea struck him, and he immediately had 15,000 dollars in cash brought to him and called about twenty of his men to the ward.

Fortunately, the VIP floor was separate, or the group of tall men in black suits might have caused alarm. Suddenly, the scene changed dramatically—over twenty bodyguards were clumsily folding dollar bills into roses, looking comically out of place.

The tall men crammed into the ward, awkwardly crafting delicate paper flowers.

Nonetheless, with Nathaniel himself participating, they could not complain.

After several hours of struggle, they finally finished. The burly men's faces showed immense relief. For them, this delicate work was more challenging than running ten kilometers.