Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 939

The relentless torment and oppression in the National Investigation Bureau office left Romello struggling to catch his breath.

His fists clenched and unclenched, the inner fire within him rising dangerously close to eruption.

Unfortunately, all of Elliot’s punishments were derived from previous training exercises, except for the teacup incident at the beginning. Elliot had not laid a hand on him.

Even if Romello wanted to confront Elliot, he could not find a suitable reason.

As he pondered, Elliot tapped his knuckles on the desk abruptly, reminding him, “You have fifteen seconds left to hesitate.”

Romello gasped.

All the thoughts he had seconds ago vanished upon hearing those words.

Quickly, he walked to the wall, gritting his teeth as he pushed through, standing two steps away from the wall’s surface, smoothly lifting himself upright.

Being close to the wall did not mean leaning against it.

on arm strength, without any support from the wall, to lift the weight of his

was merely there to prevent injury, serving

exceptionally challenging and extremely draining, especially for the already

minutes in, his arms were trembling

thirty minutes, he would surely die in Elliot’s hands.

not been in such

never forget this experience and

afar, Elliot observed him, noticing his

“Romello, during my absence in Farlem for many years, I neglected your training, allowing you to become increasingly full of yourself, even contemplating usurping

squeezing out

way…

let out a disdainful snort,

profit… Nobody understands them better than I do. However, you’ve completely forgotten your roots, becoming

he was fascinated by the feeling of commanding everyone

more, aspiring

not change, nor did he feel he was in