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

hundred and eight.”

just now. Start over

Romello was annoyed.

seemed like it would not be easy to get this

his frustration, Romello obediently restarted counting

him for a while, then walked to his desk, poured himself a cup of tea, and leaned back, sipping

increasingly strained counting while enjoying his

temperature was normal, and it

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adjusted the temperature to thirty

his military jacket, revealing a thin white shirt with rolled–up sleeves that exposed his

cubes to his tea for an enjoyable cooling drink.

and

collecting on his nose and chin, leaving a puddle

continued, the task became even

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

a punishing ordeal.

stung as it seeped into

mark against Elliot but dared not pause his movements.

“Four hundred…”

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

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