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.

push–ups and began counting aloud.

and eight.”

now.

Romello was annoyed.

not be

his frustration, Romello obediently restarted counting from

a while, then walked to his desk, poured himself a cup of

listened to Romello’s increasingly strained counting while

office temperature was normal, and it was rather comfortable.

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on the heater and adjusted the temperature to thirty degrees Celsius.

his military jacket, revealing a thin white shirt

a couple of ice cubes to his tea for an enjoyable cooling

hundred and

droplets collecting on his nose and chin, leaving a puddle

the counting continued,

feeling slightly unsteady. He had to concentrate all

was a punishing

injury on his forehead, the salty sweat stung as it seeped into the wound, making his

silently noted this as another mark against Elliot

“Four hundred…”

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

assessing