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.”

large drawer under

and pressed the barrel against

Frank was terrified.

act rashly! Things haven’t reached

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gun away from his

hand.

suicide? Only desperate losers take that step.

handling guns, traced the grooves on the gun’s surface, the

mistreated by Elliot. I didn’t expect him to work with Elliot this time! Even if I die, I’ll drag him down to

gun heavily onto the

remaining potion on the top floor. Smash the glass containers, bury them in the soil, and burn

floor that might raise suspicion should be destroyed. Have the rooms sprayed with disinfectant and cleaned thoroughly. The top floor must be tidied up before tonight. No leaving things until

tomorrow.”

them. outside? Besides, those potions cost you a pretty penny. Won’t this operation cause

money was

critical juncture, losing a little

someone to quietly watch the Nicholls residence. If the servants start throwing things out in

count on me,” Frank replied, no longer arguing, and immediately set about his task.

his collar and left the study, heading

heavy iron padlock, he walked directly into the third room on the