Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 933

Elliot looked up coldly, tossing a task list from the desk toward Romello.

Romello remained unmoved as the paper booklet lightly landed on his stomach before sliding to the floor.

“Take a look first,” Elliot instructed sternly.

Puzzled, Romello bent down to pick up the task list and carefully flipped through it.

“These are records of my missions over the past three months. What’s the matter, Mr. Jenkins?”

Elliot set his cigarette down on the desk and criticized seriously, “Your attendance for the past month has clearly been half of what it was in the previous two months. Shouldn’t you give me an explanation?”

Romello knew Elliot was purposely picking fights, so he had to swallow his pride and explain, “It’s because Phoebe fell ill, and I spent a lot of time at home with her.”

“Excuses!”

Elliot scolded, picked up the ashtray from the desk, and hurled it toward Romello’s forehead.

In a split second, Romello instinctively leaned away, narrowly avoiding the ashtray grazing his earlobe and landing on the carpet behind him with a dull thud, unbroken.

“Hmm?”

Elliot frowned in annoyance, his cold and menacing gaze signaling his impending wrath.

metal plaque on

around and picked up the ashtray from the carpet, then smashed it against his

swelling, but it did not draw blood.

family a week ago, leaving you with just

have the audacity to make excuses. Romello,

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asking about

the teacup from the desk as he spoke

time, Romello restrained the urge

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the swollen bruise on his forehead from the previous hit, causing

was

furrowed his brows, enduring the intense pain on his forehead, and respectfully replied, “I

a cunning one, and

past year, his temperament had softened considerably due

straighten out Romello, he was

who u

wanted to teach Romello a lesson -the guy good at playing innocent, bullying the weak, and abusing his power.

Elliot toyed with his luxury watch on his wrist and asked coldly, ” Today, you’re being punished for your laziness and attempt to argue. Do you

his fists behind his back, his arm veins bulging.

was his

being unfair, he could only give in

faults and am willing to