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.

plaque on the desk that read

picked up the ashtray from the

swelling, but it did not draw

“Phoebe only returned to the Nicholls family a week ago, leaving you with just about a week of reduced workload. Yet,

and have the audacity to

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been asking about the matters in the bureau as

picked up the teacup from the desk as he spoke and threw it

Romello restrained the urge

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from the previous

was grazed, and blood oozed

furrowed his brows, enduring the intense pain on his forehead, and

one, and we both know it.

past year, his temperament had softened considerably due

when she ordered him to straighten out Romello, he was more

who u

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

on his wrist and asked coldly, ” Today, you’re being punished for your laziness and attempt to argue. Do you acknowledge your faults?”

his back, his arm

his superior.

if Romello felt Elliot was being unfair,

my faults and am willing to