I Became His Sweetheart

“| believe it, but | also don’t. That cunning Wilfred just wants to provoke me into a bloody confrontation with Sheena, sitting back and reaping the benefits for himself. However, Sheena’s identity is indeed complicated, so we must investigate.”

“But...” Lionel hesitated before continuing, “I can’t shake the feeling that if Ms. Sheena orchestrated all of this with a plan, her chances of being an heiress from a big family are slim. Is it possible she’s a spy sent by a family that discovered your whereabouts? Considering her abilities, she’s likely an ex-military or a skilled spy.”

If she were indeed a spy, her identity would be challenging to uncover.

Elijah pondered for a moment and said, “That's why we need to be prepared for both

scenarios. If she’s an heiress, perhaps all of this is just a coincidence, and I've been overly

suspicious. I'll find an opportunity to test her tonight. Also, I’ve arranged for you to visit two people in jail...” Lionel nodded respectfully. “Yes, Mr. Freeman.”

“Alright, you can leave now.”

Time was running out, and as Elijah turned to leave, Lionel stopped him with a hesitant expression.

“Mr. Freeman...”

“Speak.”

“Didn’t you suspect Ms. Sheena was the girl who saved you years ago?”

Elijah maintained his cold tone, replying, “But she denied it. Perhaps she really isn’t, and | made a mistake. Anyway, we must clarify her identity and past before reaching a conclusion.”

Since he noticed Leon’s unusual attitude toward Jennifer, Elijah instructed Leon and Jonah to investigate the matter. He discovered that Jennifer did visit Pine Street on the day in question, but it was after the time when the girl had saved him.

Jennifer had deceived him for over a decade, exploiting his sense of responsibility as a man. He had intended to settle the score, but now that Sheena had put her in jail, Elijah decided to let her rot in there.

However, if the girl who had saved him years ago was indeed Sheena... His debt to her was more than just three years. Meanwhile, Ford and Sawyer were growing impatient at the first-floor bathroom entrance.

Sawyer pressed his ear against the door and found it surprisingly quiet. He asked, “Ford, it doesn’t sound like anyone’s inside. Could he have really made a run for it?”

Ford checked the time and noticed that it had been exactly fifteen minutes. He knocked on the door first, calling, “Mr. Freeman, your fifteen minutes are up. Are you done? You aren’t constipated, are you?*,

He knocked three times in a row, but there was still no response.

Ford’s face turned pale; he tried turning the doorknob only to find it was locked! “Oh no! Sawyer, kick the door!” Ford ordered.

Sawyer obeyed, took two steps back, and then delivered a powerful kick to the lock, sacrificing the handle. The two barged in to find Elijah casually standing, adjusting his belt with poised and dignified movements.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Seeing them forcibly enter, Elijah’s expression turned cold and stern, showing some displeasure. “It’s your first time here, and you've already broken something. Not a good start, is it?”

The two inspected the entire bathroom, keeping a vigilant eye on him. “This is Ms. Sheena’s property now. If we damage anything, we'll apologize to her. But you! You were clearly inside. Why didn’t you respond when we knocked just now?”