Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 968

hapter 968 

“Mr. Romello sent me. He was worried Nathaniel wouldn’t cooperate and asked me to assist you, Mr. Jenkins,” Jacob explained nervously. 

Lionel was the first to express his displeasure. “Get lost! Who do you think you are to meddle with this case?” 

“Y–Yes, you’re right. Mr. Jenkins, I have nothing to worry about since Lionel has Nathaniel under control. I’ll take my leave,” Jacob stammered, feeling the tension in the 

air. 

Elliot stared at Jacob coldly, not saying a word, which Jacob took as tacit approval. 

He then offered the cigarette box to Lionel, who haughtily refused to take it. 

Passing by Nathaniel, Jacob paused and delivered a stern message. 

“Nathaniel, Mr. Romello said if you want to lessen the pain, you must confess to the illegal entry. If you hide anything or say the wrong thing, he’ll remove you from the Nicholls family’s ancestry.” 

Nathaniel met his gaze and absorbed the implicit threat. 

“You’re still here? How dare you threaten the person I apprehended?” Lionel’s anger flared, and he kicked Jacob hard in the rear. 

“Get lost! If you make Mr. Jenkins angry, it won’t be just a kick!” 

Jacob was startled by the kick and rubbed his sore buttocks, leaving immediately. 

With Jacob gone, Lionel’s men swiftly surrounded the interrogation room, some. donning camouflage to blend in and secure the area from a distance. 

As the heavy door of the interrogation room opened, Nathaniel gazed at the menacing array of torture devices on the wall. 

“Never thought the interrogation room would be the most comforting place for me one day.” 

Lionel chuckled. 

“Indeed, considering you’re a regular here. With those tools on the wall as your old friends, having them around must be quite an experience.” 

“It’s quite an experience indeed,” Nathaniel agreed, turning to him. “Why don’t I ask Mr. Jenkins to let you join me for a few days? Vie can experience it together.” 

Lionel’s expression turned cold instantly. 

He considered retorting but glanced at Elliot’s expression and changed his mind. 

“Forget it. I wouldn’t enjoy it. Besides, 1 have someone waiting at home. If I don’t return, she’ll make a fuss.” 

Both men backed down, avoiding confrontation. 

Elliot waved outside, signaling to the soldiers. 

They entered carrying thick blankets, fruits, snacks, premium cigarette packs, a new phone for Nathaniel, fresh sets of clothes, a well–stocked medical kit, and more. 

Soon, the interrogation room was packed to the brim, resembling more of a retreat than a place of interrogation.