Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 932

Chapter 932 

“Romello, I…” 

Marius was weak and could barely stand at attention for half an hour, let alone endure the daily tasks and exhausting runs in the bureau! 

He inwardly lamented, wondering if Romello was intentionally taking out his 

frustrations on him. 

Without even glancing at Marius, Romello continued in a solemn tone, “In the future, try to handle company affairs remotely via computer. Spend more time at the National Investigation Bureau and establish yourself there as soon as possible.” 

Marius had a pained expression as he weakly asked, “Romello, can I refuse?” 

“You can,” Romello replied. 

Marius felt a glimmer of hope and was ready to reject the proposal firmly. 

However, Romello continued, “However, if you refuse, I’ll think you’re deliberately evading responsibilities and lacking ambition. Since I didn’t get to use the paddle prepared for Gabrielle last night… how about I send you to the altar room for fifty spankings?” 

Marius’s face turned pale as a ghost. 

He struggled to force a smile and said, “I’ll pass. I’m not in my best shape. The paddle could be lethal. I choose to go to the National Investigation Bureau.” 

Romello casually picked up some food, speaking kindly, “No need to force yourself. You can think it over again. I’m not forcing you.” 

“No need, Romello. I’m very sure. I want to improve myself at the National Investigation Bureau, fulfill my duties, perform well, and establish myself as soon as possible!” 

Marius was determined, his words sincere. 

Romello nodded in satisfaction, smiling. His gaze softened. 

“Alright, let’s eat.” 

Marius’s hand holding the utensils trembled uncontrollably. Despite the delicious spread 

before him, the thought of the bitter days ahead killed his appetite. 

Yet, In Romello’s presence, he had no choice but to continue eating, taking a few bites awkwardly. 

This trembling hands struggled to grasp the meatballs from the plate. 

Sensing Romello’s sideways glance, he grew nervous. 

“Romello, I’m sorry…” 

Romello did not say anything. 

Instead, he picked up a meatball, gently placing it in Marius’s bowl. 

“Thank you, Romello.” 

Romello simply nodded and resumed eating. 

From then on, the dining table was quiet. 

Each of them was preoccupied. 

Gabrielle and Marius felt the weight of the pressure, finding it extremely uncomfortable. 

In contrast, Romello’s mood improved considerably. 

He leisurely returned to his study to work. 

However, the butler knocked on the door as soon as he sat in his chair. 

“Sir, the Captain from the National Investigation Bureau’s Seventh Division is here with a message: Mr. Jenkins wishes to see you. Please change into your uniform and be at the National Investigation Bureau within half an hour. If you’re late, there will be a warning. 

Half an hour? 

Why such urgency 

What did Elliot want?