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.

breathed

up, staring at

days, and we haven’t even resorted to any forms of coercion

Impatient too quickly.

to rebut, “Mr. Jenkins, but Mr.

there’s no progress on the case by the end of the day, I’ll

for understanding, Mr. Jenkins,” Jacob said respectfully, bowing slightly before leaving Elliot’s office.

as Jacob departed, Lionel entered.

hand, catching sight of Lionel

and handed something over,

took

then lifted his

sheepish smile, hoping

to get the information out

him. “That’s quick. How did

approach with him. I did my homework on everything he’s been up to recently and found that despite being brothers with Romello, they have

work, but he actually

done. Tell me

responded, happy

began his account with seriousness.

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

attentively, twirling his wristwatch.

his narrative, Elliot scoffed.

unpleasant matters today. If he’s hoping for an acquittal, he might have to wait

with a stern

time being handcuffed and escorted Into the Interrogation room.

Insisted on personally questioning

once Frank was brought into the room, he spent

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

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

door of

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

you arrested me? I don’t

looked at him with amusement.

here claims they don’t know anything. Eventually, they can’t withstand the pressure and choose to confess. Mr. Abbott, are you

trembled all over, unable to control

to steady his

him that Elliot was cunning and would use all sorts of psychological

words could be

your questions honestly. I

you just said. If you change your tune later, the law won’t go easy on

seemingly casual demeanor, the

gulped anxiously, nodding in