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.

he watched as Elliot sorted out two stacks

downward to maintain balance to prevent the books

the task well, Elliot retrieved two

with your palms facing

stacks were

enduring the punishment in

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leisurely sipped his iced tea, then

“If you can’t even hold out for an hour, you can say goodbye to the deputy chief position. If one book falls, you’ll be suspended for a month. Consider it carefully.”

silently enduring the grueling punishment, plotting his revenge for when he would

vowed to make Elliot regret his

from the corner of his eyes, taking in Romello’s brooding gaze.

you hate me?”

“No, Mr. Jenkins. You’re my superior. I’ll never resist no matter what happens. I’ll

but did not

remarked, “As a subordinate, you must be aware and obey all orders. Having too much independence isn’t a good thing. If you’re willing to follow

abandon

to understand the implication and simply agreed, “Mr.

a drawer and retrieving a countdown timer, which he placed in plain view for Romello