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.”

up, he opened the large drawer

the barrel against his own

Frank was terrified.

Things haven’t reached a point of no return. There’s still hope for a turnaround.”

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gun away from his head and examining

hand.

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

of handling guns, traced the grooves on

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

the gun heavily onto the table,

collecting evidence against me, pour out all the remaining potion on the top

breath, then continued, “Also, any items on the top floor that might raise suspicion should be destroyed. Have

tomorrow.”

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

money was

this critical juncture, losing a little insignificant.

replied, “Elliot might have already sent someone to quietly watch the Nicholls residence. If the servants start throwing things out in a big way, it’ll attract attention,

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

his collar and left the study, heading steadily to

iron padlock, he walked directly into the third room on