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

and we haven’t even resorted to any

Impatient too quickly.

“Mr. Jenkins, but Mr.

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

you for understanding, Mr. Jenkins,” Jacob said

as Jacob departed, Lionel entered.

sight of Lionel from the corner of his

Elliot and handed something

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

it closely, then lifted his gaze to meet

a sheepish smile, hoping

the information out of

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

on everything he’s been up to recently

during work, but he

done. Tell me all

thing,” Lionel responded, happy from the praise.

his account with

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

listened attentively, twirling

finished his narrative, Elliot

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

up with a stern gaze and headed toward

first time being handcuffed and escorted Into the Interrogation room.

Insisted on

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

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

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

large iron door of the interrogation room

strolled in casually, sitting at the head of the table

you

him with

they can’t withstand the pressure and choose to confess. Mr. Abbott, are you going

control the shaking of his legs,

fought to steady

him that Elliot was cunning and would use all sorts of psychological tactics once he suspected

his words could

I promise to answer your

If you change your

casual demeanor,

gulped anxiously, nodding in