Chapter 987

Inside the National Investigation Bureau office, Elliot was reviewing recent testimonies from various Individuals.

Jacob knocked and entered, standing respectfully in front of Elliot’s desk.

“Mr. Jenkins,” Jacob began.

Elliot did not bother to look up, focusing on the testimonies in his hands.

He asked in a low tone, “What is it?”

Jacob stood with his hands behind his back. “Mr. Jenkins, you’ve interrogated Mr. Romello for two days now. He’s the deputy chief, after all. After the recent tragedy at his home…”

“Cut the chatter,” Elliot interrupted impatiently, glancing up at Jacob. “If you can’t reach the point within five sentences, be prepared to endure an afternoon of hellish training in my office.”

Jacob shivered.

He knew about the last time when Elliot tortured Romello for an entire afternoon in his afternoon. After all, he had to escort Romello back to the Nicholls residence afterward.

He could not bear that kind of torment.

He raised a finger,

w counting his

sentences, about to speak, when Elliot coldly reminded.

him, “You’ve already spoken four sentences. You only have one more chance with your last

sentence.”

Jacob was in disbelief.

Four sentences?

Did a pause count as a sentence?

Knowing Elliot’s no–nonsense demeanor, he did not

are to argu

Getting straight to the point, Jacob said, “According to protocol, Mr. Romello is a public servant,

and with the recent bereavement in his family, you have to release him to handle his family

matters if you can’t prove his involvement in this case within three days,”

He finished his statement in one breath, not daring to pause until he was done.

he breathed a sigh of relief

at

two days, and we haven’t even resorted to any

Impatient too quickly.

“Mr. Jenkins, but Mr. Romello-

case by the end of the day, I’ll let him go handle his mother’s affairs before

thank you for understanding, Mr. Jenkins,” Jacob said respectfully, bowing slightly

soon as Jacob departed, Lionel entered.

hand, catching sight of Lionel from the

something over, placing it

and took a look. It

then lifted his gaze to meet Lionel’s.

sheepish smile, hoping

get the information

quick.

up to recently and

work, but he

done. Tell me all the details.”

thing,” Lionel responded, happy from the praise.

account with seriousness. “Marius mentioned that it

he unexpectedly found Mr. Abbott burying things

attentively, twirling his wristwatch.

his

these. unpleasant matters today. If he’s hoping for an

a stern gaze and headed toward the door.

first time being handcuffed and

on personally questioning

room, he spent the entire morning there

lit with only a faint warm light from above. The walls were dark

and tortured, unsure of when this ordeal

iron door of the interrogation room swung

sitting at the head of the table several

Frank asked, “Mr. Jenkins, why have you arrested me? I don’t know

him

choose to confess. Mr. Abbott, are you going to confess directly, or do

unable to control the shaking of his

fought to steady his mind.

and would use all sorts of psychological tactics

words could be trusted.

promise to answer your questions

what you just said. If you change your tune later,

his seemingly casual demeanor,

nodding in

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