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Romello’s rage erased all his rationality. He wished he could immediately tear Nathaniel into a thousand pieces!
Frank nearly got hit by the tumbling files, staggering back several steps.
“Mr. Romello, please calm down. There’s always a solution to every problem,” Frank urged, hoping to quench the flames of Romello’s fury.
After the fiery outburst, Romello regained a shred of his composure and promptly called Jacob.
“What’s the situation at the secret interrogation room?
Jacob responded promptly, “After I left, Lionel deployed a full squad of soldiers to guard the secret interrogation room. There are guards stationed five hundred meters away. nearly twenty in number, with an additional ten or so positioned in the shadows.”
Romello chuckled.
With such tight security, it was not about disciplining Nathaniel. They were clearly about protecting him.
Elliot likely knew about Nathaniel stealing the key, and the rooftop potion probably ended up in Elliot’s hands already.
Illegal border crossing?
Ha, what a staged act.
His gaze turned cold, his voice menacing as he spoke to Jacob oyer the phone. “Keep an eye on the situation over there. If anything seems off, inform me immediately.”
“Yes, Mr. Romello.”
After hanging up, he opened the large drawer under his desk and retrieved a handgun.
With practiced ease, he loaded the bullets, cocked the gun, and pressed the barrel against his own forehead, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.
Frank was terrified.
“Mr. Romello, what are you doing? Please don’t act rashly! Things haven’t reached a point of no return. There’s still hope for a turnaround.”
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Romello chuckled lightly, moving the gun away from his head and examining it in his
hand.
“Don’t worry. Do you think I would commit suicide? Only desperate losers take that step. The game isn’t over yet. It’s still uncertain who would emerge as the victor.”
His fingers, calloused from years of handling guns, traced the grooves on the gun’s surface, the sensation unusual.
“Nathaniel thought I pitied him for being mistreated by Elliot. I didn’t expect him to work with Elliot this time! Even if I die, I’ll drag him down to hell with me!”
As he finished his words, he slammed the gun heavily onto the table, the sound echoing through the room.
He instructed Frank, “Elliot has probably examined the potion’s components by now. While he’s busy collecting evidence against me, pour out all the remaining potion on the top floor. Smash the glass containers, bury them in the soil, and burn all the boxes. containing the potion. Make sure no trace is left.”
He took a deep breath, then continued, “Also, any items on the top floor that might raise suspicion should be destroyed. Have the rooms sprayed with disinfectant and cleaned thoroughly. The top floor must be tidied up before tonight. No leaving things until
tomorrow.”
Frank nodded, “But if we’re trying to cover our tracks, why not just dispose of them. outside? Besides, those potions cost you a pretty penny. Won’t this operation cause a significant loss?”
money was
At this critical juncture, losing a little insignificant.
Romello’s expression turned serious as he replied, “Elliot might have already sent someone to quietly watch the Nicholls residence. If the servants start throwing things out in a big way, it’ll attract attention, and they might get caught. Just do as I say.”
“Yes, Mr. Romello. You can count on me,” Frank replied, no longer arguing, and immediately set about his task.
Once Frank left, Romello straightened his collar and left the study, heading steadily to the top floor.
Unlocking the heavy iron padlock, he walked directly into the third room on the left.
Pushing the door open, he saw a slender woman weakly lying on the bed, her hands
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Romello approached her, sitting on the edge of the bed, and began to untangle the iron. chains, gently massaging the red marks on her wrists.
His voice softened, “Mom, don’t blame me for this. You once said you’d sacrifice anything for me. That despicable bastard Nathaniel is conspiring against me with Elliot. Only you can help me now.”
He patiently embraced Vanda, stroking her back gently, though his eyes remained cold.
As if catching a familiar scent, Vanda blinked lightly, her thoughts clearing slightly.
Vanda looked up and found her handsome and commanding son. She smiled weakly with
satisfaction.
“Romello, my dearest son, whatever you desire, even if it means my demise, I’ll do it for
you.”
