Chapter 288
The bodyguards brought a chair for Sheena, and she sat about three meters away from the two assassins. When she took a closer look at their faces, she was mildly surprised and smirked.
“Well, well. If it isn’t the man who answered my question that day.”
The man shot her an icy glare and turned his face away.
Sheena, always patient, propped her chin on her hand, her pretty face beaming with an enchanting smile.
“Others might not know the situation, but you surely do. If you tell me what I want to know, I can have them release you and even provide you with enough money for a carefree life. What do you say?”
Sheena had a beautiful voice, and the man glanced at her, almost getting lost in her innocent yet captivating gaze.
What a seductress!
Fuming, the man turned his head, closing his eyes and ignoring her.
The rules among them were exceptionally strict. If you leaked a secret, you would meet a horrible end. By gritting his teeth and staying silent, he might survive the ordeal.
“Not talking, huh?” Sheena playfully pouted and ordered the people nearby, “Let them go.” “Miss, they haven’t revealed anything yet. Are you sure about releasing them?”
Sheena nodded, appearing serious.
The two men, utterly bewildered, had hoods thrown over their heads and were escorted out of Howard’s mansion.
Once they were gone, Howard entered and asked, “Nana, what’s going on?”
“I’m having a few people follow them. If someone comes to silence them, we might need to intervene when necessary.”
Letting the assassins go directly would likely make the other side think they had leaked the secret. Abiding by the “better safe than sorry” principle, they would come after them again. The more the other side acted, the easier it would be to expose their motives, playing into Sheena’s hands.
Howard, being sharp, quickly grasped her intention and instructed his people accordingly. When things seemed to be in order, Sheena prepared to return to Ocean Avenue. Howard asked, “Nana, how about staying here for a few days? Auntie Gloria can make your favorite meals, and I’ll have her prepare some nourishing soup for you.”
“No need. I’m almost fully recovered.” Sheena smiled faintly, getting up to leave. John and Sawyer, upon learning of her return, cheerfully came out to greet her.
“Miss, welcome back.”
Sheena nodded and glanced at the two of them.
Despite their attempts to hide it well, she keenly noticed something amiss. Sawyer, in
particular, bore the signs of a harsh beating, with a hint of bruising peeking out from under his shirt collar.
“What happened to your neck?‘
Sawyer instinctively covered his neck, exchanging a glance with John.
“I accidentally fell.”
How could someone fall and bruise that spot?
Even though Sheena was puzzled, she did not press further and withdrew her gaze as she entered the mansion’s living room.
Just as she opened the door, Elijah happened to walk down from the second floor. Their eyes met from a distance. Having recovered from his fever, Elijah still appeared somewhat weak, his handsome face paler than usual, and his dark eyes lacked their usual luster.
Sheena also noticed his slightly dry and pale lips.
Why did he look unwell?
She stood at the doorway, frowning.
Seeing her less–than–ideal expression, Elijah hastened his pace, silently retrieving her slippers from the shoe cabinet and neatly placing them.
Sheena found this even more peculiar.
Why was he not saying anything?
Was he trying a new approach today, opting for a more mysterious demeanor?
Why did everyone in the house seem off after her two–day absence?
