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

and

just now.

Romello was annoyed.

like it would not be

Romello obediently restarted counting

to his desk, poured himself a cup of

Romello’s increasingly strained counting while enjoying

and

2/3

and adjusted the temperature to thirty degrees

military jacket, revealing a thin white shirt

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

and

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

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 posture to avoid. awkwardly

was a punishing ordeal.

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

silently noted this as another mark against Elliot but dared not pause

“Four hundred…”

relief washing over him. He regained his composure, standing up straight with his hands

assessing Romello’s labored state