Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 989

Elliot’s obsidian eyes remained calm, exuding a confident composure.

He glanced at Lionel, who diligently recorded every word, signaling him to ensure nothing was

missed.

Lionel nodded tacitly.

Frank began to confess, “Mr. Romello did indeed imprison Madam Nicholls and Ms. Phoebe. He purchased a batch of drugs on the dark web, the same ones you have in your hands, but I don’t know the specific names or how they were administered. I only know that Mr. Romello initially imprisoned Madam Nicholls to gain control of the Nicholls family. He gained power with strong support from the Reynolds Group.”

He paused for a moment, then continued, “Mr. Romello mentioned that Madam Nicholls had mental issues due to Old Man Nicholl’s insistence on including Mr. Nathaniel in the family lineage. He believed that giving her some medication would keep it discreet…”

Lionel listened with simmering anger, letting out a disdainful chuckle.

“He managed to hide it well. For years after gaining power, no one suspected a thing. If he hadn’t become more brazen, daring to repeat his actions with Phoebe, the secret of the top floor of the Nicholls residence might have remained undiscovered.”

Elliot’s expression darkened, and he lightly tapped the table as he ordered coldly, “Go on. What about Madam Nicholls’s death?”

Frank sighed regretfully. “I truly don’t know about that. The day after the banquet, Mr. Romello only ordered me to have people dispose of all the suspicious items from the top floor. Madam Nicholls genuinely passed away unexpectedly late at night.”

Elliot pondered for a moment, adjusting his military sleeve cuffs.

He looked at Lionel and said, “Keep listening. Make sure all details regarding time and location are precise and detailed, and the transcripts must be complete. Later, organize all testimonies and bring them to my desk.”

left the interrogation room to

especially focusing on Romello’s bedroom and

left, Elliot’s phone rang.

caller ID displayed “Honey Baby“.

hesitation, he answered

the

voice over the phone carried

hypnosis. I’ve organized the findings from the evaluator, and I’m now

asked, “You’re personally delivering the

isn’t the National Investigation Bureau

hurried–downstairs toward the entrance, saying, “Just stay where you are. I’ll be right out

any lingering odor of cigarette smoke. Reaching the entrance,

hesitation, he swiftly approached and scooped her

aren’t you getting some more rest? You even come all the

Phoebe while she is getting treatment. I had nothing. much to do,

glanced casually and smiled.

evidence here, Romello’s charges of

her hands and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, not sparing

“You’re amazing, honey.”

not entirely

“Just amazing?”

back, raising her eyebrows.