Chapter 685
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Sheena did not look back.
Her gaze and tone were cold as she uttered, “Sacrificing your life once might not be enough, but if you could die a thousand or a million times, then I might consider it.”
After saying this, she did not linger. She immediately went upstairs to her room, locked the door, discarded the robe Nathaniel had touched, took a new one from the wardrobe, hung it on the rack, and then went back to bed.
However, she could not sleep.
When she closed her eyes, scenes of childhood shenanigans with Nathaniel flashed in her mind.
There were moments of admiration and affection when she used to look him, sweetly calling his name…
up at
Whether it was due to pregnancy or not, Sheena felt she had become softer. Even toward someone as twisted and beastly as Nathaniel, she could not help feeling slightly reluctant.
Sheena buried her head under the blanket, forcing herself not to think about it and instead focused on how much Elliot must have suffered in the past six months!
Amidst the chaotic thoughts, the sound of a car leaving outside brought relief.
Nathaniel must have left.
Sheena gradually felt more at ease and soon drifted into a tired sleep.
In Froania, Svelton, the five–day deadline had arrived.
Early in the morning, Peter arrived at the conference hall that Elliot had arranged in advance.
Stanley, who had been beaten quite severely a few days ago, could not make it this time.
In addition to the esteemed elders of the Jenkins family, Peter also brought some directors from the Jenkins Group.
From a distance, the crowd appeared imposing, as if they were there for a strike.
Soon, Romello arrived with several subordinates from the National Investigation
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Bureau. The group, clad in military attire, stood tall and imposing, instantly suppressing Peter’s earlier presence.
Though Peter was somewhat displeased, he remembered they were on the same side and greeted Romello amiably.
The two then chatted casually.
They waited for Elliot for a few hours, yet he did not show up.
Growing impatient, Peter instructed his bodyguards, “Go to E&S Haven and see what Elliot is up to. He’s been keeping everyone waiting for so long!”
“Yes, Mr. Peter!”
Just as the bodyguard approached the conference hall, the heavy doors suddenly creaked open, prompting everyone inside to straighten up and rise in anticipation.
However, to their surprise, only Logan entered.
Peter frowned, displeased, and asked Logan, “Why are you the only one here? Where’s Elliot?”
The directors behind Peter echoed the sentiment, expressing their dissatisfaction.
“Yeah! Mr. Jenkins promised to give everyone an explanation today. He better not try to trick us!”
“Even though we’re all saddened by Mr. Jenkins‘ blindness, the power he should relinquish should still be transferred promptly!”
“That’s right! There has been no word from Mr. Jenkins these days, and his whereabouts are mysterious. To be blunt, if we don’t see Mr. Jenkins soon, I’ll suspect he might have died from illness.”
Romello, sitting calmly, listened attentively to the Jenkins Group members‘ condemnation of Elliot.
On his side of the seating arrangement, everyone remained quiet.
Logan glanced at Romello before explaining to Peter, “Mr. Jenkins had some unexpected matters to attend to. He rescheduled the meeting for this afternoon.”
“What?”
The news caused a commotion.
Peter’s face darkened, and he squinted his eyes, glaring disapprovingly at Logan.
“Today, many elders from the Jenkins family came to observe the meeting. How can he leave all the elders hanging like this? Who does he think he is?”
