Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Chapter 1097

Chapter 1097 Elliot stared at Nathaniel across the table, his gaze icy and unyielding. His tone was chilly, no longer bothering to conceal his direct confrontation.

“Aren't you thinking too highly of yourself? If | can’t protect Sheena and our two kids, what makes you think your influence is stronger than mine?”

After all, Elliot had helped Nathaniel secure the position of head of the Nicholls family.

Currently, Nathaniel was still developing the Nicholls Group, and there were still many areas where he needed Sheena and Elliot’s assistance.

Moreover, Elliot's influence in Froania was deeply rooted, almost unshakable. With a flick of his finger, he could change any situation. Nathaniel’s power was incomparable to his.

Previously, Elliot had tolerated Nathaniel’s hints, though he always responded with a subtle retort. This time, he could not bear it anymore.

Considering Nathaniel’s role as the godfather of Asher and Adora, Elliot reluctantly refrained from labeling him as a schemer. Nathaniel’s face paled slightly, his eyes carrying a self-mocking sarcasm.

“Indeed, | overestimated myself. With you around, Sheena and the two kids will definitely be the happiest.”

Elliot's displeased expression softened slightly.

Instead of offering the grilled pork belly to Sheena first, he placed it on Nathaniel’s plate.

“Eat more, lest you say we aren’t treating you well. Hopefully, the food will shut you up.”

Faced with Elliot's direct challenge, Nathaniel felt somewhat embarrassed, knowing he could not do

much against Elliot.

Sheena, observing the two men’s provocations, stifled a laugh.

“It's a rare honor in all of Froania to be served by Ell. Moreover, he grilled the meat himself. You should eat more. It’s really delicious.”

Nathaniel smiled and nodded, saying nothing more.

Sheena then shifted her gaze to Phoebe, catering to Phoebe’s preferences.

Nathaniel, noticing her greater concern for Phoebe than for himself, silently hung his head, chewing the tasteless grilled meat. Farlem.

Chapte 1007

As dusk settled in, Hannah and Noah walked side by side on the streets after enjoying a delightful French dinner. Since their engagement, they spent their days working together and evenings dining at the Moore

Mansion.

However, they retreated to their respective rooms after dinner, with little time for actual dates.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Noah had not even had the chance to hold her hand.

There was no crowd in the affluent business district, and the dim streetlights cast their long, narrow shadows. Yet, there was an unusually warm and cozy atmosphere between them.

Suppressing his nervousness, Noah asked, “Hannah, tonight is our first official date. Can | hold your hand? Despite being engaged, he still asked for permission.

Nonetheless, Hannah felt touched, appreciating Noah’s respect for her consent.

“Sure.”

With permission granted, Noah boldly clasped her delicate hand in his.

Their warm palms pressed against each other, fingers interlocked in the classic couple’s hand-holding

pose.

Even though they were just holding hands, both blushed like they were electrified, their palms sensitive and stiff, unsure where to place them.

The street was quiet as they strolled, each passing moment feeling etched into their hearts. After some time, it was Hannah who broke the silence.

“The movie's over, and dinner’s done. Mr. Noah, where are you taking me?”

Of course, he was taking her to a hotel to spend the night together.

As they continued walking, Noah felt increasingly nervous.

“| deliberately chose a very nice hotel for tonight. We're almost there, and | think you'll like it.”