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.”

Nathaniel is impatient. If he’s innocent, he really would 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 don’t be so cruel

at the sight of Nathaniel’s

seeing that things might escalate to fatal consequences,

please spare Mr. Nathaniel. This might

Romello narrowed his eyes. “You’ve always been meticulous with the top floor key. Unless you were negligent

Nathaniel stole it.”

Frank was in

toward him if he admitted his negligence.

could

gaze back to Nathaniel, who looked miserable

bodyguards from continuing to strike him with

if you just hand over the key and the stolen medicine, I’ll spare you this time, “Romello

them, please admit it. Otherwise, Romello will surely beat you to

his chin, leaving small puddles on the floor due to the intense

his possession,

guilt would surely mean certain

didn’t steal the key or take the medicine. Romello, you’ve searched me and my room. I’m telling the truth. Where would I

bodyguard holding the

with sorrow.

say, you won’t believe me. So, just let someone kill me. There’s no need to

“Our bond?”

Romello scoffed.

not believe a word Nathaniel said and only trusted his own analysis