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Chapter 607

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Hearing the familiar voice outside, Lionel was the first to panic. “Mr. Jenkins, it’s Ms. Sheena!”

“Block the door! Don’t let Nana in!” Elliot ordered, grabbing wet tissues from the table, and hastily wiping away the marks on his body.

His eyes showed intense frustration as he vigorously rubbed his skin, almost wishing to peel it off.

Sheena’s voice echoed again outside the door, “Eli, open the door.”

Lionel leaned against the door, looking uneasy. “Mr. Jenkins, I can’t hold on much longer!”

“Hold on, damn it!” Elliot becincreasingly anxious. “Why can’t I get it clean!!”

What would Sheena think when she sees this?

Would she believe in his innocence with such blatant evidence all over him?

He was no longer innocent! He was tainted.

Would Sheena reject him?

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His eyes reddened, and he felt like he was on the brink of a breakdown.

Lionel saw his desperate expression and silently mourned for him.

“Mr. Jenkins! I can’t take it anymore!” Lionel lunged forward, stumbling several steps before. steadying himself as if someone were kicking the door from behind.

In the instant the door opened, Elliot’s mind went blank. He frantically directed his gaze toward the small bathroom inside the private room.

When Sheena entered, Elliot had slipped into the restroom, locking the door behind him.

He was so fast that Sheena only saw a fleeting figure.

Amused, she pretended not to notice and asked Lionel, “Where’s Eli?”

Lionel scratched his head, feigning ignorance, playing the role of a clueless agent.

“I saw Mr. Jenkins in here just now… Maybe I was mistaken. He might have left already,” he said with a poker face.

“Oh? I didn’t see him on my way here.”

“Perhaps he went to the restroom, in the opposite direction,” Lionel suggested.

“Isn’t there a restroom in the private room?” Sheena asked, puzzled.

Hearing her words, Elliot held his breath with his back against the door, struggling silently with the

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lip prints on his face and neck.

His skin was now red from the intense rubbing, but the lip prints had faded slightly.

Damn it!

Which crappy lipstick brand was the

Why couldn’t he remove the stains properly?

He would make sure this manufacturer goes out of business tomorrow!

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Elliot was fuming, and just as he thought about that, he heard the sound of the door handle turning from outside, followed by a knock.

“The door’s locked? Eli, are you inside?”

Elliot remained silent, frozen in place, not daring to make any noise for fear of being heard.

However, Sheena pressed against the thin glass door, and she could hear his rapid breath.

Even the door seemed to tremble with the vibrations.

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Was he that anxious?

She silently chuckled, calming her emotions before speaking seriously, “Lionel, did Eli drink a lot tonight? Could he have passed out in the restroom?”

“Um…”

Sheena composed herself and continued solemnly, “I read online that sdrunk people put their heads in the toilet bowl and drank toilet water! Eli has a huge head… What if he accidentally gets his head stuck in the toilet and gets choked by toilet water?”

Lionel almost burst into laughter, covering his mouth just in tto avoid making a sound.

Sheena was so mean!

Elliot would never be in such a situation. However, the image was too hilarious, and Lionel could not help but imagine the what–ifs.

Facing the overly dramatic Sheena, Lionel could not help but give her a thumbs up.

Sheena looked at Lionel, signaling her appreciation. Then, she continued urgently, “Hurry up and go get the staff to unlock the door. If we wait any longer, it might end up as a significant threat to Eli’s life!”

Before Lionel could respond, a faint cough cfrom the bathroom.

Elliot steadied his anxious mind, pressed his throat, and tried to use the cold tone he had adopted a couple of days ago.

“I’m fine. A little alcohol won’t do anything to me. I’ll head back in a whil

You don’t have to wait for

me.”