Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 972

Romello’s rage erased all his rationality. He wished he could immediately tear Nathaniel into a thousand pieces!

Frank nearly got hit by the tumbling files, staggering back several steps.

“Mr. Romello, please calm down. There’s always a solution to every problem,” Frank urged, hoping to quench the flames of Romello’s fury.

After the fiery outburst, Romello regained a shred of his composure and promptly called Jacob.

“What’s the situation at the secret interrogation room?

Jacob responded promptly, “After I left, Lionel deployed a full squad of soldiers to guard the secret interrogation room. There are guards stationed five hundred meters away. nearly twenty in number, with an additional ten or so positioned in the shadows.”

Romello chuckled.

With such tight security, it was not about disciplining Nathaniel. They were clearly about protecting him.

Elliot likely knew about Nathaniel stealing the key, and the rooftop potion probably ended up in Elliot’s hands already.

Illegal border crossing?

Ha, what a staged act.

His gaze turned cold, his voice menacing as he spoke to Jacob oyer the phone. “Keep an eye on the situation over there. If anything seems off, inform me immediately.”

“Yes, Mr. Romello.”

opened the large drawer

practiced ease, he loaded the bullets, cocked the gun, and pressed the barrel against his own forehead,

Frank was terrified.

reached a point of no return. There’s still hope

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lightly, moving the gun away from his head

hand.

that step. The game isn’t

fingers, calloused from years of handling guns, traced the grooves on the gun’s surface,

work with Elliot this time! Even if I

words, he slammed the gun heavily onto

potion’s components by now. While he’s busy collecting evidence against me, pour out all the remaining potion on the top floor. Smash the glass

suspicion should be destroyed. Have the rooms sprayed with disinfectant and cleaned thoroughly. The

tomorrow.”

tracks, why not just dispose of them. outside? Besides, those

money was

critical juncture, losing a little

“Elliot might have already sent someone to quietly watch the Nicholls residence. If the servants

can count on me,” Frank replied,

his collar and left the study, heading steadily to

he walked directly into