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.

resumed doing push–ups and began

hundred and

now. Start over

Romello was annoyed.

be easy

frustration, Romello obediently restarted

then walked to his desk, poured himself a cup of

listened to Romello’s increasingly strained counting

temperature was normal, and

2/3

and adjusted

removed his military jacket, revealing a thin white shirt

then added a couple of ice cubes to his

and

on his nose and chin, leaving a

the temperature rose and the counting continued, the task became even more challenging.

against the ground, feeling slightly unsteady. He had to concentrate all his attention and stabilize his posture to avoid. awkwardly

was a punishing ordeal.

salty sweat stung as it seeped into the wound,

mark against

“Four hundred…”

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

down his teacup, assessing Romello’s labored state with a