Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 987

Chapter 987 

Inside the National Investigation Bureau office, Elliot was reviewing recent testimonies from various Individuals. 

Jacob knocked and entered, standing respectfully in front of Elliot’s desk. 

“Mr. Jenkins,” Jacob began. 

Elliot did not bother to look up, focusing on the testimonies in his hands. 

He asked in a low tone, “What is it?” 

Jacob stood with his hands behind his back. “Mr. Jenkins, you’ve interrogated Mr. Romello for two days now. He’s the deputy chief, after all. After the recent tragedy at his home…” 

“Cut the chatter,” Elliot interrupted impatiently, glancing up at Jacob. “If you can’t reach the point within five sentences, be prepared to endure an afternoon of hellish training in my office.” 

Jacob shivered. 

He knew about the last time when Elliot tortured Romello for an entire afternoon in his afternoon. After all, he had to escort Romello back to the Nicholls residence afterward. 

He could not bear that kind of torment. 

He raised a finger, 

w counting his 

sentences, about to speak, when Elliot coldly reminded. 

him, “You’ve already spoken four sentences. You only have one more chance with your last 

sentence.” 

Jacob was in disbelief. 

Four sentences? 

Did a pause count as a sentence? 

Knowing Elliot’s no–nonsense demeanor, he did not 

are to argu 

Getting straight to the point, Jacob said, “According to protocol, Mr. Romello is a public servant, 

and with the recent bereavement in his family, you have to release him to handle his family 

matters if you can’t prove his involvement in this case within three days,” 

He finished his statement in one breath, not daring to pause until he was done. 

Once he was done, he breathed a sigh of relief afterward. 

Elliot calmly looked up, staring at Jacob with a smirk. 

“It’s only been two days, and we haven’t even resorted to any forms of coercion yet. You’re getting 

Impatient too quickly. 

Jacob tried to rebut, “Mr. Jenkins, but Mr. Romello- 

“Get out, Elliot cut him off. “Tell Romello that if there’s no progress on the case by the end of the day, I’ll let him go handle his mother’s affairs before tonight.” 

“Alright, thank you for understanding, Mr. Jenkins,” Jacob said respectfully, bowing slightly before leaving Elliot’s office. 

As soon as Jacob departed, Lionel entered. 

Elliot continued to examine the documents in his hand, catching sight of Lionel from the corner of his eyes but did not look up. 

Lionel approached Elliot and handed something over, placing it before him. 

Elliot finally set aside the papers he was holding and took a look. It was a completely transparent glass vial, 

He inspected it closely, then lifted his gaze to meet Lionel’s. 

Lionel wore a sheepish smile, hoping for praise. 

“Elliot, I managed to get the information out of Marius.” 

Elliot stared at him. “That’s quick. How did you manage that?” 

Lionel smirked mysteriously. “I tried the emotional and logical approach with him. I did my homework on everything he’s been up to recently and found that despite being brothers with Romello, they have some underlying tensions. A little provocation was all it took.” 

Elliot was typically reserved during work, but he actually smiled at Lionel, obviously delighted. 

“Well done. Tell me all the details.” 

“Sure thing,” Lionel responded, happy from the praise. 

Clearing his throat, he began his account with seriousness. “Marius mentioned that it happened 

on the day after the banquet. When he returned home, he unexpectedly found Mr. Abbott burying things in the backyard with all the bodyguards and servants present. He grew suspicious and…” 

Elliot listened attentively, twirling his wristwatch. 

When Lionel finished his narrative, Elliot scoffed. 

“Since someone is already getting impatient in the interrogation room, let’s wrap up these. unpleasant matters today. If he’s hoping for an acquittal, he might have to wait for his/hext life, 

Adjusting his military collar, Elliot stood up with a stern gaze and headed toward the door. 

Was Frank’s first time being handcuffed and escorted Into the Interrogation room. 

Fillot had Insisted on personally questioning him. 

However, once Frank was brought into the room, he spent the entire morning there alone. 

The interrogation room was dimly lit with only a faint warm light from above. The walls were dark and foreboding, creating a heavy, oppressive atmosphere. 

Frank was already drenched in sweat, feeling mentally drained and tortured, unsure of when this ordeal would end. 

Suddenly, the large iron door of the interrogation room swung open. 

Elliot strolled in casually, sitting at the head of the table several meters away from Frank. 

Anxiously, Frank asked, “Mr. Jenkins, why have you arrested me? I don’t know anything.” 

Elliot looked at him with amusement. 

“Everyone who comes in here claims they don’t know anything. Eventually, they can’t withstand the pressure and choose to confess. Mr. Abbott, are you going to confess directly, or do we have to follow the usual procedure?” 

Frank trembled all over, unable to control the shaking of his legs, 

He fought to steady his mind. 

Romello had warned him that Elliot was cunning and would use all sorts of psychological tactics once he suspected something.. 

None of his words could be trusted. 

“Mr. Jenkins, I promise to answer your questions honestly. I won’t hide anything.” 

“Good. Remember what you just said. If you change your tune later, the law won’t go easy on you. 

Despite his seemingly casual demeanor, the threat was obvious. 

Frank gulped anxiously, nodding in agreement. 

Lionel sat beside Elliot, typing away on his laptop, meticulously recording Frank’s statements. 

Elliot cut straight to the chase. 

“The broken glass in the backyard has been identified as new, without any dust. The day after the Banquet, were the servants at the Nicholls family estate assigned to do something?”