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.”

Romello, 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

cried, her heart aching at the sight of Nathaniel’s injuries up close.

escalate to fatal consequences, hurriedly

Romello, please spare Mr. Nathaniel. This might all be

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

Nathaniel stole it.”

Frank was in a dilemma.

toward him if

age, he could

gaze back to Nathaniel, who looked miserable

the bodyguards from continuing to strike him with the paddle, tears streaming down

you just hand over the key and the

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

sweat dripped down his chin, leaving small puddles on the

items were no longer in his possession, so

would surely mean certain

me and my room. I’m

bodyguard holding the paddle, and

with sorrow.

biased people can be. No matter what I say, you won’t believe me. So, just let someone kill me. There’s no

“Our bond?”

Romello scoffed.

Nathaniel said and only trusted his