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.

Romello resumed doing push–ups and

hundred and

stopped just now. Start over

Romello was annoyed.

be

frustration, Romello obediently restarted

leisurely watched him for a while, then walked to his desk, poured himself a cup

increasingly strained counting while enjoying his

and it

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the heater and adjusted the temperature to

removed his military jacket, revealing a thin white shirt with rolled–up

cubes to his tea for an

hundred and

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

the counting continued, the task

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

was a punishing ordeal.

sweat stung as it seeped into the wound,

another mark against Elliot but

“Four hundred…”

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

his teacup, assessing Romello’s labored state with a