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.

was done, he breathed a sigh of relief

staring at Jacob

days, and we haven’t even resorted to

Impatient too quickly.

“Mr. Jenkins, but

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

Mr. Jenkins,” Jacob said respectfully, bowing slightly

soon as Jacob departed, Lionel entered.

examine the documents in his hand, catching sight of Lionel

handed something over, placing it before him.

papers he was holding and took a look.

inspected it closely, then lifted his gaze to meet Lionel’s.

smile, hoping for praise.

get the information

at him. “That’s quick. How did you

“I tried the emotional and logical approach with him. I did my homework on everything he’s been up to recently and found that despite being brothers with

during work, but he actually smiled at

me

responded, happy from

began his account with seriousness. “Marius mentioned that it

the banquet. When he returned home, he unexpectedly found Mr. Abbott burying things in

twirling his

Lionel finished his narrative, Elliot scoffed.

impatient in the interrogation room, let’s wrap up these. unpleasant matters today. If he’s hoping for an acquittal, he might have to

stood up with a stern gaze and headed toward the door.

being handcuffed and escorted Into the

had Insisted on personally questioning him.

was brought into the room,

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

sweat, feeling mentally drained and tortured,

the large iron door of

the head of the table several meters away from Frank.

“Mr. Jenkins, why have you arrested

him with amusement.

the pressure and choose to confess. Mr. Abbott, are

to control the shaking of his

to steady

Elliot was cunning and would use all sorts of

of his words could

I promise to answer your questions honestly.

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

his seemingly casual demeanor,

anxiously, nodding in agreement.