Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 960

“Yes, Mr. Romello.”

Nathaniel propped himself up with his hands.

Despite his blurred vision, he could still see the bodyguard next to him raising a paddle, causing him to shiver instinctively.

“Romello, even if you… kill me, I won’t admit to something I didn’t do.”

“I’d rather be safe than sorry,” Romello retorted coldly, pulling a sharp dagger from his waist and tossing it beside Nathaniel.

His tone was icy as he continued, “Since you’re so stubborn, prove your innocence with death. As long as you’re willing to kill yourself, I’ll believe you.”

Nathaniel’s weakened azure eyes glanced at the dagger, slowly picking it up and gripping the handle tightly.

“No! Romello, I beg you to spare Nathaniel. Look at how injured he is, and he still won’t confess. I believe he’s innocent!” Gabrielle pleaded, rushing forward to embrace

Nathaniel.

Tears streamed down her face as she tried to stop him from using the dagger to end his

life.

Romello snorted dismissively. “You don’t understand him! He’s trained in the Special Investigation Department, and he’s tough as nails. It takes more than a little beating to make him talk. I have to be ruthless.”

choose death over a false confession. I don’t want him to die. We’re family! Even if we’re–only half–siblings, he’s still a part of the Nicholls family. Please

aching at the sight of Nathaniel’s injuries up

escalate to fatal consequences,

Romello, please spare Mr. Nathaniel. This

his eyes. “You’ve always been meticulous with the top floor key. Unless you were negligent and lost it, the only other explanation is

Nathaniel stole it.”

Frank was in

him if he admitted his negligence.

age, he could not

his gaze back to Nathaniel,

bodyguards from continuing to strike him with the paddle,

over the key and the stolen medicine, I’ll spare you this

them, please admit it. Otherwise,

his chin, leaving small puddles on the floor

longer in his possession, so how could he

would surely mean

steal the key or take the medicine. Romello, you’ve searched me and my room. I’m telling the truth. Where would I magically produce

to the bodyguard holding the paddle,

with sorrow.

say, you won’t believe me. So, just let

“Our bond?”

Romello scoffed.

Nathaniel said and only trusted his