Wait, She’s a Billionaire

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Chapter 938

Meanwhile, in the National Investigation Bureau’s office, Romello’s body was nearing its limit.

After over five hundred push–ups and no chance to rest, he had gone straight into over two hours of squats.

Moreover, there was no room for slacking off. Even a momentary lapse in concentration could result in the books on his legs and arms falling.

Under this intense and grueling punishment, Romello had no tto think about anything else, his only focus being to endure this hellish and painful experience as quickly as possible.

A series of ringing cfrom the timer.

Romello took a deep breath and smiled in relief.

Who would have thought that one day he would find the sound of the timer so delightful, surpassing all the melodic tunes in the world?

“Mr. Jenkins, time’s up.”

Elliot casually handled the paperwork with a red pen and grunted in acknowledgment.

“Put the books back.”

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“Thank you, Mr. Jenkins.”

Granted pardon, Romello felt as if he had been given a second chance at life.

It had been many years since he endured such devilish training, and his body was certainly not as resilient as before.

He neatly returned the books to their shelves, ensuring each was placed back in its proper

order.

With everything done, he walked back to the open space in front of his desk, slightly bowing to Elliot, ready to leave.

“Hold on.” Elliot looked up and glanced at Romello. “Did I tell you to leave?”

Romello was taken aback.

It was not over yet?

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Even though he felt like pulling out a gun and shooting Elliot right then and there out of sheer frustration, he could only reluctantly return and stand in position.

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins?”

Elliot first set down the pen in his hand and leisurely poured a glass of iced tea for him.

“No rush. Take a sip of water first.”

He glanced at Elliot suspiciously.

Why was he suddenly showing such mercy, even pouring tea for him?

Though he felt a bit apprehensive and suspicious, he took a couple of steps forward and accepted the cup of tea.

Under the extrtorture of the punishment, he was already severely dehydrated.

As Romello was about to drink the tea, Elliot spoke in a cruel yet calm tone.

“After all, the training later will be quite challenging for you. Without drinking swater, how will you make it through?”

Romello’s hand trembled, and the teacup slipped from his grasp, crashing onto the wooden floor, shattering into pieces, splashing tea everywhere.

He stared blankly at the untouched tea, then glanced at Elliot.

His voice was hoarse as he exclaimed, “Mr. Jenkins, I’ll cover the cost of the cup…”

Elliot remained expressionless, his gaze icy as he interrupted, “Of course, you’ll have to compensate. But it seems you don’t appreciate the tea I’ve poured for you.”

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“Mr. Jenkins, I didn’t mean to…”

Elliot cut him off, “Very well, it seems you’re not very tired and not interested in the tea. Let’s just get started then.”

Romello’s expression was grim.

Elliot did not relent, his cold, piercing gaze unchanged.

“Stand close to the wall and perform a handstand for twenty minutes.”

Handstands?

Romello’s entire body was already nearing its limit!

Forget twenty minutes, he doubted he could even endure five minutes.

“Mr. Jenkins, is there any way….

“In that case, thirty minutes. Start now.”

Ellot set the timer on the desk as he spoke.

Romello took a deep breath, his jaw clenched tightly, staying in place.

Elhot glanced at him coldly.

“Not moving? Say one more word or delay for another minute and I’ll add it up to forty

minutes.”

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