Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 733

Chapter 733 

Elliot’s words actually earned him a higher regard from the other three men in the room. 

To have such determination was truly admirable. 

He seemed like a rare find, a genuinely good man. 

Elliot only had two things in his mind–enduring the pain and finishing the Gentleman’s Rules. He had no mental space to pay attention to the expressions of the other three men in the room. 

He took a deep breath, trying hard to adapt himself to the persistent pain. However, when he started writing, every alphabet trembled, resembling wiggling tadpoles. 

The room fell unusually silent, with only Elliot’s heavy breathing filling the air. 

Noah, observing his shaky hands, waited until he neatly completed the first rule, seemingly adapting to the pain at level seven, and abruptly raised it to level eight. 

The pain in his abdomen intensified without warning, swiftly spreading throughout his entire body. 

Elliot trembled violently, shaking even more, and the word he was currently writing got crooked. 

His trembling right hand struggled to maintain a grip on the pen. 

He lifted his eyes, looking toward Noah, seated beside the labor pain simulator. 

Noah caught his gaze and mocked again, “Can’t handle it? If you want to quit now, it’s still an option. 

Corey and Howard sat across from him in silence, and the light in their eyes quickly dimmed. 

Anyone could brag, but not everyone could endure real torment and agony. 

Despite the disappointed atmosphere, Elliot shook his head and, with great effort, uttered through clenched teeth, “I just wanted to ask, do you have any requirements for the handwriting? Mine… isn’t. very neat. If it’s not good enough, I can… rewrite.” 

Noah was briefly taken aback, staring at him. Clearly, he had not expected Elliot to be concerned 

about this. 

“No requirements. You just need to copy the rules.” 

Under this kind of pain, asking for clear and neat handwriting would be an almost impossible task. 

Though Noah had subjected Elliot to this tough test, he was not completely heartless. 

Elliot breathed a sigh of relief, bit his lower lip, and continued writing. His entire body was soaked in cold sweat, beads of perspiration collecting on the tip of his nose, dripping onto the paper and smudging some of the words. 

Time passed by with each fleeting second, and Howard stood silently on the side, observing. 

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He noticed Elliot’s hand was shaking more violently than before, and it was obviously getting harder for Elliot to continue writing. 

It tugged at Howard’s empathy, and he looked at Noah, considering making a plea. 

“Noah…” 

Noah furrowed his brow lightly, ignoring Howard, and addressed Elliot, “When the pain reaches level ten, it’s equivalent to the excruciating agony of twenty ribs fracturing simultaneously. I’ll start increasing the intensity.” 

This time, instead of abruptly escalating the pain without warning, Noah had given Elliot a heads–up, allowing him some mental preparation. 

As he increased the pain, he did it with measured increments, providing Elliot with a buffer. 

However, when the pain gradually peaked, transforming into a heart–wrenching agony, Elliot’s features tightened.