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.”

really would choose death over a false confession. I don’t want him to die. We’re family! Even

aching at the sight of Nathaniel’s

escalate to fatal

This might all be a

always been meticulous with the top floor key. Unless you were negligent and lost it, the only other explanation is

Nathaniel stole it.”

in

turn toward him if he admitted his

could not handle

redirected his gaze back to Nathaniel, who

strike him with the paddle, tears streaming down

key and the stolen medicine, I’ll spare you this time, “Romello

you really took them, please admit

cold sweat dripped down his chin, leaving small puddles

items were no longer in his possession, so how could he produce them?

guilt 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

tossed the dagger to the bodyguard holding the paddle,

with sorrow.

just let someone kill me. There’s no need to torture me like this and hurt our bond.”

“Our bond?”

Romello scoffed.

did not believe a word Nathaniel said and