Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 935

Romello’s jaw tensed slightly as his complexion turned a shade paler.

After going through over five hundred push–ups, he felt somewhat sore.

With over four hours left until working hours were over, Romello could not help but wonder what other tricks Elliot had up his sleeve.

Seeing Romello’s nervous expression, Elliot smirked cruelly as he commanded, “Feet apart, shoulder–width apart, and squat for one hour. Get to it immediately.”

It was just a squat?

Romello breathed a sigh of relief and obediently complied with the request, assuming the stance with precision.

The hot air blew against his cheeks as sweat poured down his face, but Romello remained silent, maintaining steady breaths as he silently counted the seconds.

Elliot watched him for a moment, saying nothing before walking past him toward the

bookshelf.

Romello dared not turn his head to see what Elliot was doing but could clearly hear the sound of Elliot’s military boots tapping on the wooden floor, coming closer and then

moving away.

Upon returning, Elliot placed a tall stack of books on the desk.

Romello sensed trouble.

next moment, he watched as Elliot sorted out two stacks

to awkwardly shift downward to maintain balance to prevent

Elliot retrieved two more stacks of heavy books

fists with your palms facing up.”

complied, and the heavy stacks were placed on

his teeth, enduring the punishment in

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tea, then returned to his seat.

“If you can’t even hold out for an hour, you can say goodbye to the deputy chief position. If one

punishment, plotting his revenge for when he would eventually wield the power

Elliot regret his

focused on Romello from the corner of his eyes, taking in Romello’s brooding

hate me?”

hesitated briefly, then replied with a composed tone, “No, Mr. Jenkins. You’re my superior. I’ll never resist no matter what happens. I’ll cooperate fully.”

smirked but did not

independence isn’t a good thing. If you’re willing

was the expectation for Romello to abandon the matter concerning Phoebe and compromise with

understand the implication and simply agreed, “Mr. Jenkins,

more, opening a drawer and retrieving a countdown timer, which