Chapter 920


    The days of nning were about to go down the drain, making her expression particrly serious.


    Sheena whispered to Lionel, “Screw it. Just open the door.”


    Lionel was about to turn the doorknob when the crisp sound of a bullet being loaded rang


    out.


    Romello stood two meters away, holding a gun, coldly aiming it at Lionel’s head.


    He menacingly threatened, “Lionel, you led the troops to trespass into my home and unt your power.


    Don’t you dare think I won’t act against you just because of Elliot! If you dare to open this door and


    disturb my mom’s rest, I’ll end you right this moment.” Romello, as the superior, left Lionel with no


    choice but to reluctantly let go.


    Sheena stepped forward, blocking the barrel of the gun and shielding Lionel behind her.


    She looked at Romello, exining, “Mr. Romello, my crystal earrings were stolen at the tea party. All


    thedies who attended the tea party have been checked. Lionel was just doing his job. There’s no


    need to draw a gun, is there?”


    Romello’s raised hand did not lower, his chilling aura lingering.


    “Mrs. Jenkins, I’ve already been briefed by the bodyguards when I arrived. If you suspect Gabrielle of


    stealing the earrings, you should ask her for it instead of conducting a search in my house.”


    Sheena remainedposed and replied, “But Gabrielle isn’t home. I don’t know where she went. What


    if she stole my earrings and, fearing consequences, she intentionally returned to the Nicholls residence


    to hide the earrings and went out to avoid it?”


    Romello’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll investigate this matter thoroughly and make Gabrielle answer for it. If she


    did steal your earrings, I’m willing topensate you threefold and personally bring her to you to


    exin.”


    Sheena frowned. “Romello…”


    Without letting her finish, Romello interrupted, “Mrs. Jenkins, it’ste. Please take your


    people and leave the Nicholls residence.”


    This blunt eviction order left no room for rebuttal.


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    Lionel looked anxiously at Sheena, who remained silent.


    The atmosphere in the corridor became tense.


    Romello was back.


    As the head of the Nicholls family and the deputy chief of the National Investigation Bureau, his rank


    was higher than Lionel’s. Hence, his words left Sheena and Lionel with no room to continue the search.


    “Alright, Mr. Romello, since you don’t wee me, I’ll leave,” Sheena said with a slight smile.


    Romello lowered the muzzle of the gun, calmly exining, “It’s not that you’re not wee. Phoebe is


    sick, and my mom isn’t well. We don’t entertain guests at the Nicholls residence at night.”


    Hearing him bring up Phoebe, Sheena took the opportunity to continue, “Last time, you mentioned that


    Phoebe was sick with just amon cold. Why hasn’t she recovered yet? It’s been so long. What


    exactly is her illness?”


    Romello smoothly replied, “With the recent change of seasons, she caught a viral flu. It’s a bit severe


    and contagious, so I’ve locked down the Nicholls residence to prevent visitors, fearing they might get


    infected.”


    He took two steps back, gesturing politely toward Sheena to pass.


    Reluctantly, Sheena had to leave with Lionel.


    Just as they took a few steps, the sound of iron chains shing, rhythmic and distinct came from the


    tightly closed and quiet right end.


    Sheena stopped in her tracks and turned to Romello.


    “Mr. Romello, did you hear that noise just now?”


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    Lionel immediately chimed in, “Sheena, I heard it too. It sounded like the clinking of iron chains. How


    could there be such a sound on the top floor of the Nicholls residence? Could it be… someone being


    held captive in there?”


    “Lionel!” Romello’s gaze turned sharp, his voice filled with anger. “This is my family matter, and it’s


    none of your business. That wasn’t the sound of iron chains. It was the room’s window left open,


    blowing the bead curtain.”


    just


    Sheena’s cold gaze swept toward the tightly closed door to the right.


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    The difference between a bead curtain and the sound of iron chains was so obvious. Who was he


    trying to fool?


    Sheena was unwilling to return empty–handed with a failed n.


    She decided to take a risk!