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The chief’s expression froze, and he lowered his gaze, awkwardly touching the tip of his

nose.

“No. I’ve been dealing with the heinous attack you experienced, Mr. Jenkins. I haven’t met with anyone else recently.”

Sheena caught his demeanor and exchanged glances with Elliot.

“Alright, since you say so, I don’t have any issues.”

The chief thought it was a close call, and he let out a silent sigh of relief as he stood in front of the blackboard, wiping the thin layer of sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

Neil escorted Sheena and Elliot out of the police department.

As they walked down the corridor, he asked, “The perpetrator who struck Ms. Lawson’s head has been undergoing interrogation for the past few days. Do you want to go check on

him?”

Sheena shook her head. “No need. Mr. Gray, just instruct the department to handle it seriously. Elliot and I have been stranded in Ardolisia for too long, and we haven’t seen our babies back home for a while. We want to return to our country.”

“Alright.” Neil nodded understandingly, then turned to Elliot. “Mr. Jenkins, do you still want to bring this perpetrator back to Froania for interrogation?”

Elliot wrapped his arm around Sheena’s waist, supporting her as they walked.

“Since Nana said to let you handle it, there’s no need for that. They’re just Ardolisia locals, not the mastermind. It’s too much trouble to request cross–border handling for such small

fry.”

Neil nodded repeatedly.

“Mr. Jenkins, rest assured. Although the truck or has Ardolisia citizenship now, I’ll

ensure he receives proper medical treatment. If he recovers, he won’t escape his

punishment.”

Elliot shrugged indifferently. “He’s just a scapegoat dragged out at the last minute.” Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Nell Was stunned.

As a royal heir, he naturally understood Elliot’s implications but remained silent, wearing a emilie.

Exiting the police department and boarding the armored vehicle back to the hotel, Elliot glanced back.

“Nell, your police department’s chief isn’t on your side. Such people might hinder your path to inheriting the royal throne. Be careful.”

With that, he helped Sheena into the vehicle and followed suit.

As the door slammed shut, Neil was left pale–faced.

He watched as the armored vehicle gradually disappeared, then quietly called the deputy

chief of the police department.

“Check who the chief has been meeting recently and keep it discreet.”

Back in the armored vehicle, Sheena and Elliot remained silent all the way back to their hotel room as police officers were with them.

It was not until the door to the presidential suite closed behind them that Elliot spoke up.

“From the chief’s subtle expressions today, whoever he’s been meeting must hold considerable status to provoke such a reaction. My guess is it’s either Paulo or Anne.”

Sheena met his gaze with a slight smile. “Funny, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”

He tightened his grip around Sheena’s waist and asked, “So, what’s the plan, Honey?”

“First, we’ll head back home. As for business matters, I plan to play hardball, snatch Paulo’s businesses, intercept Anne’s collaborations, and as for the other grudges, given their special statuses, we’ll retaliate one at a time.”

Elliot kissed her forehead. “I’m all in.”

Sheena had bandages on the back of her head, so she could not shower.

Elliot carried her to the bathroom dry area and personally wrung out a hot towel, gently wiping her body.

Later, they both went to bed after freshening up.

However, In the middle of the night, Sheena slept restlessly, feeling a dull pain at the back of her head,

Her eyelids felt heavy, and she could not open them fully.

She clenched her fists tightly, a restless anger burning in her chest.

She wanted to vent her rage, to draw blood…

“Nana, what’s wrong?”

Elliot was hugging her to sleep. As a light sleeper, he immediately woke up when he felt her spine suddenly tense.

He turned on the bedside lamp and observed Sheena’s condition.

“Where does it hurt?”

Sheena’s muddled thoughts gradually cleared.

She tried to speak but could not produce any sound, and she could not move her body.

It felt eerie, just like sleep paralysis.

After struggling for a while, she quickly exhausted herself and fell into a deep sleep.

Elliot checked her breathing, feeling it gradually stabilize.

Assuming she was just having a nightmare, he let out a long sigh of relief.

The two embraced and peacefully got through the rest of the night.

The next morning, they got up, packed their bags again, and were personally escorted to the airport by the police department’s armored vehicle.