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.

meant relying solely on arm strength, without any support from the wall, to lift the weight of his entire body.

behind was merely there to prevent injury, serving as

extremely draining,

two minutes in, his arms were

thirty minutes,

in such a sorry state

never forget this experience and

observed him, noticing his trembling arms.

lifted the teacup, took a sip, and began, “Romello, during my absence in Farlem for many years, I neglected your training, allowing you to become increasingly full of yourself, even contemplating usurping my power.”

gritted his teeth through the pain, squeezing out a few

no way… I

out a disdainful snort,

power and profit… Nobody understands them better than

fascinated by the feeling of commanding

for more, aspiring to greater

this very well, but he would not change, nor did he