Chapter 957
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“You actually want to harm Sheena?”
Romello was doubtful, loosening his grip slightly.
Nathaniel’s face grew paler from the pressure, and he struggled to breathe.
However, he remained resolute in his response.
“Romello, you haven’t experienced true despair. I’m willing to sacrifice anything as long as Elliot dies. I loved Sheena deeply, yet on our wedding day, she chose to run away with Elliot, making me a laughingstock. I can’t forgive her for that betrayal. Since they’re so deeply in love, then it’s perfect. They can face the same fate as Romeo and Juliet,” Nathaniel added with a ghastly yet sorrowful smile.
Romello arched an eyebrow, reading Nathaniel’s expression, and released his grip.
“You truly are insane, twisted, and sick. But this works in my favor.”
Suppressing the discomfort in his throat, Nathaniel coughed lightly, his expression numb.
Romello brushed the red marks on Nathaniel’s neck with the back of his hand, his tone
softening.
“Now that the toast is done, there’s nothing for you here in the garden. Go back to your room and rest ”
“Sure, Romello.”
“Mm.” Romello nodded before turning and leaving the secluded
area.
It was not until his figure completely blended into the lively atmosphere of the garden that Nathaniel let out a sigh of relief.
From his pocket, Nathaniel retrieved an unopened packet of powdered medication, clenching it tightly in his palm.
Shortly after Romello departed, Sheena lowered her presence, maneuvered past the guests in the garden, and appeared before Nathaniel.
They exchanged a knowing smile.
Back in the banquet hall, Romello was immediately stopped by the butler.
“Mr. Romello, we have a problem.”
The butler was obviously flustered, and he leaned closer to Romello’s ear, whispering in a hushed tone.
“Mr. Romello, the key to the top floor is missing. Before the banquet started, only Mr. Nathaniel came close to me.”
Romello’s expression gradually changed, fury simmering in his eyes as he gritted his teeth and growled, “Nathaniel!”
He was about to turn back into the mansion but was stopped by the butler.
“Mr. Romello, please don’t be angry. This is just my suspicion. With so many guests tonight, it’s not wise to spread rumors about the top floor. Mr. Jenkins is here, and it could cause quite a stir.”
After a brief moment of anger, Romello quickly quelled the fury in his eyes.
He handed the steward his own key to the top floor and calmly instructed, “Let’s not make a scene yet. Find an opportunity to go up to the top floor and carefully check if anything is missing.”
“Yes, Mr. Romello,” the butler replied before turning to carry out the task.
Romello then summoned two more bodyguards.
“Go upstairs and keep a close eye on Mr. Nathaniel. He’s not allowed to leave his room.
Nathaniel, who had just returned to his room, paced anxiously, back and forth.
He had given everything to Sheena. As for the key to the top floor, he needed to find the right moment to return it to the butler.
He occasionally glanced out at the garden, observing the situation.
However, just as he intended to leave the room, he found two more bodyguards outside
his door.
“What’s going on?”
The two bodyguards respectfully turned around and explained, “Mr. Nathaniel, Mr.
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Romello advised that since you’re not feeling well, you should rest in your room.”
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“I’m feeling better now. It’s my banquet, and I need to go downstairs to greet the guests. with Romello, Can’t I?”
The bodyguards remained firm.
“No, Mr. Romello said you cannot leave your room. After the banquet, he’ll come to see you personally.”
Despite his protests, the guards remained unyielding, insisting, “Mr. Romello said so.”
Suppressing his frustration, Nathaniel slammed the door shut, effectively shutting out the two annoying bodyguards.
He could not help but wonder if he was already exposed.
Nathaniel patted his pocket, feeling the key he had stolen from the butler.
