Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 934

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins,” Romello replied.

This task was not particularly challenging for Romello, who had undergone rigorous training and had an excellent physique. He immediately bent down, bracing his arms firmly, and began doing push–ups quickly and with precision.

Elliot looked at Romello from above, observing silently as Romello performed the

exercise.

The office was unusually quiet, with only the occasional heavy breathing from Romello breaking the silence.

After estimating about a hundred push–ups, Elliot asked, “How many was that?”

Romello paused, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead.

He effortlessly replied, “One hundred and seven.”

Elliot scoffed. “So, you can speak. Why didn’t you count out loud?”

Confused, Romello raised his eyes to him.

Elliot had not asked him to count out loud.

Elliot remained silent, his obsidian eyes emanating an intimidating pressure.

doing push–ups and

hundred and

now.

Romello was annoyed.

like it would not be

his frustration, Romello obediently restarted counting

poured himself a cup of tea, and leaned back, sipping it lazily.

strained counting while enjoying his

temperature was normal, and it was rather comfortable.

2/3

adjusted the

white shirt with rolled–up sleeves that exposed his arms.

to his tea

and

sweat, with droplets collecting on his nose and chin, leaving a puddle on the floor in front of

continued,

sweaty, his palms pressing against the ground, feeling slightly unsteady. He had to concentrate all his attention and

a

as it seeped

against Elliot but

“Four hundred…”

counting, a sense of relief washing over him. He regained his composure, standing up straight with his hands behind his back

gracefully set down his teacup, assessing Romello’s labored state with a smirk.