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.”

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

aching at the

seeing that things might escalate to fatal consequences, hurriedly intervened.

please spare Mr. Nathaniel. This

the top floor key. Unless you were negligent and lost it, the

Nathaniel stole it.”

was in

would likely turn toward him if he

his age, he could not

gaze back to Nathaniel, who looked miserable on the floor.

to strike him with the paddle, tears streaming down

key and the

you really took them, please admit it. Otherwise,

played on Nathaniel’s pale lips as cold sweat dripped down his chin, leaving small puddles on the floor due to the intense

longer in his possession, so how could

guilt would surely

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

bodyguard holding the paddle, and

with sorrow.

So, just let someone kill me. There’s no need to torture me

“Our bond?”

Romello scoffed.

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