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Elliot smirked in appreciation as he watched Nathaniel’s expression deflate.

He teased, “Looks like you’re not too keen on thanking me, just eager to receive Nana’s gift.”

Nathaniel quickly flashed a fake smile, “Mr. Jenkins, you’re overthinking it. Thank you

for the gift. You truly understand me. I’ve always liked this watch, and I’m glad I

finally have it, despite being picked by you first.”

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Elliot frowned. “Well then, why don’t you try it on? Let’s see if the watch matches the

man.”

Sheena cooed to Adora in her arms, glancing at the two men and finding their banter

amusing.

It had been a while since they last met and engaged in silly rivalry.

Nonetheless, she decided not to get involved and took the babies, along with Freida and Jacintha, to the fourth–floor nursery, leaving the living room to the three men.

Once Sheena left, the smiles on Elliot and Nathaniel’s faces vanished immediately,

and they both turned to attend to their own tasks.

Elliot headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner while Nathaniel began organizing the cluttered luggage on the floor.

Lionel stood in place, scratching his head in confusion.

The atmosphere had been great just a moment ago.

Why did it suddenly change?

Caught between helping out in the kitchen and the task of tidying up, Lionel

hesitated.

Eventually, he chose to help–Nathaniel to avoid being criticized by Elliot for being

clumsy.

The first meal back home felt like a family gathering, and everyone enjoyed it.

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Due to her injury, Sheena delegated the task of signing contracts for the Dorvell Corporation project to her subordinates, opting to stay home to recuperate and spend time with the babies.

Elliot continued his busy routine, shuttling between the Jenkins Group and the

National Investigation Bureau.

Everyone’s life gradually returned to normal.

By the third day, the gunshot wound on Sheena’s arm had been bandaged for over a week, and during the dressing change, the wound was already starting to heal.

The wound on the back of her head, caused by the blow, only had minor bleeding, and the marks and bruises quickly faded away.

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She returned to the Lawson Group and immersed herself in the collaboration project with Dorvell Corporation. Besides that, she discreetly dispatched people to gather information about Paulo’s AN Group, especially Anne’s current position and the

projects she was handling.

Sheena aimed to seize every prospect, regardless of the project’s scale, and disrupt

their cooperation.

After spending the afternoon in the office, Sheena gradually felt exhausted, her thoughts becoming somewhat disorganized.

She wondered if it was due to the concussion she was still recovering from.

Setting aside her mouse and rubbing her temples, Sheena felt a sudden tension in her head, accompanied by a dull ache.

It was really strange.

She massaged the back of her head, feeling inexplicably irritable.

Then, she called her assistant in, instructing her, “I’m feeling tired, and I’ll rest in the office lounge for a while. Please make sure no one disturbs me.”

“Of course, Ms Lawson,” the assistant replied before leaving.

Rubbing her head, Sheena made her way to the lounge.

Meanwhile, at the Jenkins Group’s CEO’s office, Elliot absentmindedly gazed out the windows.

He had mentioned the small dress he bought in Ardolisia to Sheena last night, and she agreed to try it on when they got home tonight.

It was destined to be a wonderful and unforgettable evening.

Elliot’s heart raced with anticipation, and every minute felt like torture as he waited for the end of the workday.

As the sun set, he glanced at his watch.

It was time.

He took out his phone to call Sheena, intending to pick her up.

The phone rang for a long time, but there was no answer.

Puzzled, Elliot opened his messaging app and sent a few texts.

Minutes passed, but there was no reply.

If Sheena were in a meeting, she would have simply hung up his call.

Suspicious, he called the assistant from the Lawson Group he had previously bribed.

The call connected instantly, and he asked, “Where’s Nana?”

“Ms. Lawson is resting in her office, and no one is allowed to disturb her.”