Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 993

Alright, I’ll be quick and not make things difficult for you,” Nathaniel assured Lionel.

Then, he turned and entered the secret interrogation room once again.

Guided by two soldiers, Nathaniel made his way through the corridor and arrived at Romello’s cell.

The iron door creaked open, revealing a horrible sight. Romello, bloodied and pale, hanging by his hands from the iron hooks on the ceiling. It was a common tactic used by the National Investigation Bureau to break people.

Romello had always been glorious and proud, and Nathaniel could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction seeing him in such a pitiful state.

After all, Nathaniel never considered Romello a good person.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Romello weakly lifted his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I knew you’d come, Nathaniel. Do you think you’ve won?”

Nathaniel chuckled, not bothering to hide his amusement.

“What a rare sight to see you in such a state. But no, I haven’t won yet. You lost first.

Romello’s weak gaze suddenly turned sharp, and he coldly stared at Nathaniel.

family has plenty of other sons, and even if Marius is weak, he’ll stand up for himself if they try to hand you the position. After all, you’re just a stain in our family ancestry, nothing

deep blue eyes taking note of

you and I both liked to eat the same dish, but Vanda thought I was stealing yours, so she deliberately spilled the soup on my arm. When I was eight, I took your pen, and she hit me fifty times when Dad was away. My palm was swollen, and I couldn’t even hold a pen for three days. When I was twelve, I asked you to lend me a pony to play with Nana. Vanda falsely accused me of stealing your

I

for a w” and whipped a hundred

staring at Nathaniel in

Jason, and I fought for power. You seized Jason’s financial

suicide. Then, you took advantage

advantage of a small mistake and dragged me to the alter room, punishing me to show you were the one in charge. And not long ago, you punished me again for the top

he pointed at the wounds on Romello’s chest that were caused by the paddles. Then, he poked at

in pain.

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mocking, “Nathaniel, you really do hold grudges,

and you joined in oppressing me all these years. Now that she’s gone, it’s finally my turn

eyes, sensing a hint of malice in

are you

deep blue eyes

to die, unwilling to argue about

remained silent, staring