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

stopped just now.

Romello was annoyed.

it would not be easy to get

obediently restarted counting from the beginning.

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

to Romello’s increasingly strained counting while

normal, and it was rather comfortable.

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the heater and adjusted the

white shirt

added a couple of ice cubes to his tea for an

hundred and

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

the temperature rose and the counting continued,

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

was a punishing

salty sweat stung as it seeped into the wound, making his head

against

“Four hundred…”

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

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