Chapter 930


    The butler had already gone to remind Romello more than five times.


    Since Romello came backst night, his mood had been consistently sour, and a few more reminders


    might just cause the butler to face Romello’s wrath.


    The butler, feeling intimidated, could only bow and say, “Please wait, sir. Mr. Romello is finishing up his


    tasks and will be down shortly.”


    Wayne had no choice but to continue waiting.


    Another half hour passed, and Romello finally descended the stairs leisurely at 11.30 a.m.


    Since the matter with the National Investigation Bureau had been halted by Elliot, Romello was not


    dressed in military attire today. He wore a simple and refreshing shirt and trousers, appearing more


    approachable than before.


    “Mr. Santos, what brings you here today? Are you here to see Phoebe?”


    Wayne nced at his watch again.


    Seeing that it was almost noon, he did not have time for small talk with Romello and got straight to the


    point.


    “Mr. Romello, I’m here today to cancel the engagement between me and Phoebe.”


    Romello’s handsome face visibly darkened at Wayne’s words, and he narrowed his eyes.


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    “Cancel the engagement?”


    “Yes.” Wayne nodded solemnly, wiping the thinyer of sweat from his forehead.


    “I’m the one canceling this engagement, so I’ll issue a public statement informing everyone that it was


    my fault. You don’t need to return the engagement gifts. Consider itpensation to the Nicholls


    Group for the losses they may incur due to the cancetion. of our engagement.”


    Wayne kept ncing at his watch and immediately stood up after speaking.


    “I’ve already made up my mind about this matter, and I’m just here to inform you, Mr. Romello, I have


    some other matters to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave now.”


    With that, he bowed apologetically to Romello and quickly left the living room.


    Chapter 930


    As soon as he stepped out, Wayne heard a loud crash from inside before the door even closed behind


    him.


    It was the sound of something being thrown.


    He trembled in fear, cold sweat dripping incessantly.


    However, he could not worry about that now. The Lawson family was much more terrifying!


    With that in mind, Wayne quickened his pace.


    Seeing it was almost noon, he immediately informed hispany’s PR department to announce the


    canction of his engagement with Phoebe while returning to the car.


    In the living room, Romello exploded in a fit of rage.


    He had smashed an entire expensive tea set to the ground, shattering it into pieces.


    “Sheena! Howard! Elliot!”


    They always ruined his ns!


    He gritted his teeth, his gaze sharp as a knife, incredibly piercing.


    The butler dared not approach, keeping his distance and softly advising, “Sir, the Santos family has


    given quite a sum as engagement gifts and is willing to take full responsibility for the canction of the


    engagement. The Nicholls Group won’t suffer significant losses. In fact, we’ve gained quite a windfall


    from the gifts.”


    This reasoning made sense, looking at it from a profit perspective.


    Romello’s anger subsided somewhat after hearing that.


    He stretched out his legs as he sank into the sofa, contemting the situation.


    “If the Santos family wants to cancel the engagement, let them. Since the Nicholls family won’t incur


    major losses, we’ll let them off. The priority now is resolving Phoebe’s


    situation.”


    Even though Phoebe was currently not mentally sound and unable to reveal the Nicholls family’s


    secrets, Elliot and Sheena would surely do everything possible to cure her.


    Phoebe staying there was still a variable, a ticking time bomb.


    Chantel 930


    After some consideration, he instructed the butler, “Get a few people to guard the entrance of the


    Jenkins estate and the National Investigation Bureau. Keep an eye on where Elliot takes Phoebe.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Romello’s cold gaze narrowed as he added, “If there’s any sign of her regaining consciousness, take


    action immediately, at any cost. Find a way to get rid of her.”


    The butler was taken aback.


    “Sir, she’s your own sister.”


    Romello’s expression remained calm, devoid of any extra emotion.


    “Any variable that could affect the Nicholls family’s interests isn’t worth being


    sentimental about, even if we’re rted by blood.”