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.”

the large drawer under his

ease, he loaded the bullets, cocked the gun, and pressed the barrel against his own forehead, a sarcastic smile playing

Frank was terrified.

are you doing? Please don’t act rashly! Things haven’t reached a point of no return. There’s still

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from

hand.

losers take that step. The game isn’t over yet. It’s still uncertain who

the grooves on the gun’s

for being mistreated by Elliot. I didn’t expect him to work with Elliot this time!

heavily onto the

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

deep breath, then continued, “Also, any items on the top 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

tomorrow.”

if we’re trying to cover our tracks, why not just dispose of them. outside? Besides,

money was

critical juncture, losing

servants start throwing things out in a big way, it’ll attract attention, and they might get caught. Just

count on me,” Frank replied, no longer arguing, and

collar and left the study, heading steadily

iron padlock, he walked directly into the