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

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

Impatient too quickly.

tried to rebut, “Mr. Jenkins,

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

you for understanding, Mr. Jenkins,” Jacob said

as Jacob departed, Lionel entered.

examine the documents in his hand, catching sight of Lionel from the corner of his eyes but did not look

and handed something over, placing

holding and took a look. It was

lifted his gaze to meet

a sheepish smile,

the

at him. “That’s quick. How

to recently and found that despite being brothers with Romello, they have some underlying tensions. A little provocation was all it took.”

was typically reserved during work, but he actually

Tell me all

thing,” Lionel responded, happy

throat, he began his account with seriousness. “Marius mentioned that it

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

twirling his wristwatch.

his narrative, Elliot

getting impatient in the interrogation room, let’s wrap up these. unpleasant matters today. If he’s hoping

Elliot stood up with a stern gaze and headed

and escorted

on

brought into the room, he

a faint warm light from above. The walls were dark and foreboding, creating a

in sweat, feeling mentally drained and tortured,

the large iron door of the interrogation room

head of the table

“Mr. Jenkins, why have you arrested me? I

him with amusement.

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

over, unable to control the shaking of his legs,

fought to steady

and would use all sorts of

words could be

to answer your questions honestly. I won’t hide

If you change your tune later, the

demeanor, the threat was obvious.

anxiously, nodding in agreement.