Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363

Upon seeing the unconscious man, the masked man removed his mask.

Bathed in moonlight, the man’s dark eyes were cold, menacing, and bloodthirsty as he glared at Nathaniel.

Lionel stepped forward and inquired, “Sir, what’s the plan?”

“Tie his aides up and toss them into the car. As for him…” Elijah paused, his eyes narrowing, a ruthless expression taking over as he continued, “Hoist him up and take him to the prepared cabin. Sheena will arrive in just over ten minutes. Before she gets here, let’s interrogate him.”

“Understood.”

A splash of cold water abruptly awakened Nathaniel. As he regained consciousness, he found his hands bound, hanging from behind, suspended from the shabby beams from the roof. His feet barely touched the ground, and he had to tip-toe to maintain balance.

This position was incredibly tiring, especially on the arms, which would become sore and unbearable. Hanging for an hour could lead to dislocated shoulders and bruising under the

arms.

Nathaniel chuckled.

This method of torture was unmistakably familiar.

“What are you laughing at?” came a deep, deliberately lowered voice from nearby.

Nathaniel glanced and saw the man with the mask, the one he last saw before we went unconscious earlier, leisurely leaning against a wooden post.

Nathaniel’s blue eyes remained calm and amused as he smiled and said, “I’m curious to know how I’ve offended the National Investigation Bureau to warrant this elaborate capture.”

The masked man approached him, getting straight to the point. “Recently, there’s been a missing vial of the numbered S404 biochemical sample from the laboratory. I checked the records, and you had accessed the lab about half a month ago.”

Nathaniel scoffed. “I’m not the only one who accessed the lab. Why suspect me?”

“Because on the day you invited Sheena to Eros Bar, someone used that vial to harm others. Do you dare to say you have no connection to that incident?”

Nathaniel frowned slightly, surprised. “How did

Elijah’s expression remained icy, remaining silent.

Nathaniel continued, “Today, I fell into the trap you and Sheena set. But did you think you could keep me here for long? Tomorrow, my people will discover my disappearance. Kidnapping and assaulting the head of the Special Investigation Department is a serious charge. Think about it!”

“Oh?” Elijah casually smirked. “Give it a try. See if your men can rescue you tomorrow.”

Nathaniel noticed Elijah’s indifference and looked at the mask in his hand.

The symbol of the National Investigation Bureau’s highest authority was crafted from pure silver, with a complex process and a unique pattern-one of a kind in the world.

Nathaniel began to doubt himself.

Outside the door, Lionel knocked softly and informed, “Sir, it’s been five minutes. Ms. Sheena

will be here soon.”

“Got it.”