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 under his

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

Frank was terrified.

act rashly! Things haven’t reached a point of no return. There’s still

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from his

hand.

suicide? Only desperate losers take that step. The game

traced the grooves on the gun’s surface,

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

he finished his words, he slammed the gun heavily onto

While he’s busy collecting evidence against me, pour out all the remaining potion on the top floor. Smash the glass containers, bury them in the soil, and burn all

destroyed. Have the rooms sprayed with disinfectant and cleaned thoroughly. The top floor must be

tomorrow.”

trying to cover our tracks, why not just dispose of them. outside?

money was

juncture, losing a little insignificant.

he replied, “Elliot might have already sent someone to quietly watch the Nicholls residence. If the servants start throwing things out in

Romello. You can count on me,” Frank replied, no longer

Romello straightened his collar and left

walked directly into the third room on the left.