Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 885

Wayne was already in his forties, while Phoche was only in his twenties.

He was almost twice her age!

Romello, driven by his own interests, shockingly announced the engagement without any warning! Howard’s rage was palpable as he glared at Romello on stage.

Sheena, equally stunned, tried to stop him, reaching out to grab his arm, but she was too late.

“Romello, Phoebe and | are already in a relationship. | came here tonight specifically to discuss our engagement with you, but you're announcing her engagement to Wayne, and you didn’t even

mention it beforehand! What are you trying to get at?”

Howard’s voice boomed across the silent room, interrupting the impending applause and congratulations from the guests.

The media’s camera flashes surrounded them, capturing every moment of the tense confrontation.

The man who could control half of the entertainment industry with a wave of his hand was now revealed to be dating the industry’s reigning queen!

And it seemed like they had been in a relationship for a long time!

In the face of the tense atmosphere, Romello chuckled lightly.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“When did you and Phoebe start dating? I’m unaware of it. Besides, Phoebe agreed to the engagement with Mr. Santos tonight.” “What?” Howard frowned, his tone icy.

He could not believe that Phoebe would agree to marry Wayne.

“Where’s Phoebe? | need to see her!” Howard demanded, his eyes locking onto Romello’s.

Sheena also rose to her feet, adding, “Mr. Romello, tonight is supposed to be Phoebe’s celebration, yet she hasn’t even made an appearance. Isn’t that strange? What exactly are you up to?”

The banquet started with a singing and dancing performance from a popular singing band. Then, Romello took the stage to speak, followed by the announcement of the engagement news, effectively diverting attention away from Phoebe’s absence.

As Sheena’s words sank in, many in the audience realized the oddity of the situation. How could Phoebe, the star of the evening, not have her spectacular appearance yet? Romello maintained his composed smile.

“Originally, the plan was to introduce my sister, Phoebe Nicholls, after the engagement announcement. But Mr. Howard’s interruption caused a delay.”

Then, he gestured behind him.

Phoebe, dressed in an elegant white gown adorned with diamonds, appeared on the staircase outside the mansion’s second floor.

Under the spotlight, her makeup was impeccable, and she was even wearing a crystal crown, looking every bit like a princess. However, her eyes lacked the innocence and vibrance they once held.

Phoebe delicately gripped the railing, descending the stairs with grace and poise, exuding the demeanor of a true heiress. All eyes followed her every move, but Howard’s gaze burned with intensity as he stared at her.

Step by step, Phoebe made her way to the stage, standing beside Romello, obedient and composed, faint smile gracing her lips, never once acknowledging Howard below.

Howard’s eyes welled up, his voice trembling as he called out to her, “Phoebe, do you remember our recent agreement? Do you

truly agree to marry Wayne?”

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“Yes, | agreed to be with Mr. Santos.”

With those words, Howard felt a crushing pain in his chest, almost suffocating. “Why he managed to utter, his voice barely a whisper.

Phoebe pursed her lips lightly, refusing to speak further or even glance at Howard.

They had been together for a year, and Howard knew her every gesture, every look, but he could not shake the feeling that something was off.

“Romello, did you do something to her? She would never look at me with such a cold gaze,” Howard demanded, his emotions escalating as his eyes fixated on the stage.

Romello chuckled dismissively, replying, “Mr. Howard, you're funny. This is Phoebe’s choice. | would never force her into anything.”

Yet, Howard did not believe him for a moment. His emotions continued to boil, his gaze unwavering. Phoebe turned to Romello beside her, saying, “Romello, I’m not feeling well. I'll be going back to my

room to rest."