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

calmly looked up, staring at Jacob with

even resorted to any forms of coercion yet. You’re getting

Impatient too quickly.

tried to rebut, “Mr.

if there’s no progress on the case by the end of the

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

Jacob

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

something over, placing it

the papers he was holding and took a look. It was a completely transparent glass vial,

closely, then lifted his gaze to meet

a sheepish smile,

get the information out of Marius.”

“That’s quick. How did you manage that?”

I did my homework on everything he’s been up to recently

he actually

done. Tell me all the

thing,” Lionel responded, happy from

his throat, he began his account with seriousness. “Marius

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

twirling

finished his narrative,

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

up with a stern gaze and headed toward the door.

time being handcuffed and escorted

had Insisted on

into the room, he spent the

from above. The

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

of the interrogation room

sitting at the head of the table

Jenkins, why have you

at him with amusement.

who comes in here claims they don’t know anything. Eventually, they can’t withstand the pressure and choose to confess. Mr. Abbott, are you going to confess directly, or do we have to follow

to control the

to steady his

that Elliot was cunning and would use all sorts of psychological

of his words could

promise to answer your questions

change your tune later, the law won’t go

casual demeanor,

nodding in