Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

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.

done, he breathed a sigh of relief

looked up, staring at Jacob with a smirk.

we haven’t even resorted to any forms of coercion yet.

Impatient too quickly.

to rebut, “Mr.

Romello that if there’s no progress on the case by the end of the day, I’ll let

Jacob said respectfully, bowing slightly before leaving

Jacob departed, Lionel

in his hand, catching sight of Lionel from the corner of his

Elliot and handed something over, placing it before him.

set aside the papers he was holding and took a look.

lifted his gaze to

smile, hoping for

the information out

at him. “That’s quick. How

to recently

during work, but he actually smiled at Lionel, obviously

me all

thing,” Lionel responded, happy

his account with seriousness. “Marius mentioned that it happened

after the banquet. When he returned home, he unexpectedly found Mr. Abbott burying things in the backyard with all the bodyguards and servants present. He

listened attentively, twirling his wristwatch.

finished his narrative,

these. unpleasant matters today. If he’s hoping for an acquittal, he might have to wait for his/hext life,

with a stern gaze and headed toward the

time being handcuffed and escorted Into

had Insisted on personally

once Frank was brought into the room, he spent the entire morning

interrogation room was dimly lit with only a faint warm light from above. The walls were dark and foreboding, creating a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

in sweat, feeling mentally drained and tortured, unsure of when this ordeal

the large iron door of the interrogation room swung open.

strolled in casually, sitting at the head of the table several meters away from Frank.

“Mr. Jenkins, why have you

at him

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

over, unable to control the shaking

steady

use all

words could

answer your questions honestly. I won’t hide anything.”

your tune later, the law won’t go easy on

seemingly casual demeanor,

anxiously, nodding in