Wait, She’s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson )
Wait She s a Billionaire ( Sheena Lawson ) Chapter 990

Chapter 990

The two entered intimately, and Elliot brought Sheena all the way to a secluded back entrance of the bureau, seizing the opportunity during the lunch break to spend some quality time together.

Later in the afternoon, Logan returned from investigating the Nicholls residence with new replaceings.

This time, he brought back something wrapped in a candy wrapper, placing it on Elliot’s desk in Romello’s office.

“Mr. Jenkins, we didn’t replace anything suspicious related to Madam Nicholls’s death at the Nicholls residence, but I discovered something else significant.”

Elliot paused his examination of the evidence documents Lionel had compiled and took the small wrapped item Logan handed him.

Upon opening it, he found what appeared to be a crystalline substance resembling rock candy:

In a flash, Elliot’s eyes blazed with fury.

“No wonder he’s been so erratic. He’s been using this vile substance!”

Logan’s expression mirrored Elliot’s seriousness, and the office seemed to be overwhelmed by a chilling atmosphere.

Half an hour later, Elliot made his way alone to the secret interrogation room on the outskirts.

His demeanor was icy, and his anger was palpable as he bypassed the room where Nathaniel was held captive and proceeded further inside.

The heavy iron door creaked as it swung open.

Romello, bound to a wooden frame with his hands restrained, slowly lifted his gaze to meet Elliot’s approach, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Looks like you’re here to deliver justice, Mr. Jenkins. You must’ve uncovered the truth already.”

Bound to the frame minutes before Elliot’s arrival, it was evident that Elliot was not just going to let him handle his family’s mourning but was also here to personally administer some punishment.

Without a word, Elliot advanced, bringing an ominous aura of menace.

With a swift motion, he delivered a powerful blow to Romello’s left cheek, the force causing it to swell almost instantly.

“I can’t believe you’ve been using drugs! Tell me, when did it start?”

At this point, Romello could not care less.

He let out a dismissive chuckle, earnestly recollecting, “I think… It started around when I was promoted to deputy chief, right? Back then, you were strict with me. No matter how difficult the drug enforcement tasks were, I never received a word of praise from you. But if I didn’t perform well, I faced punishment. Sometimes, the pressure got to me, and I thought it was unfair. In the end, I couldn’t resist trying it.

‘This substance is truly terrifying. I was instantly addicted with just a small taste.”

Elliot grew increasingly incensed as he listened, tossing copies of the evidence documents Lionel had meticulously compiled onto Romello’s face.

“Look at the havoc you’ve wreaked. As deputy chief, do you have no guilt?”

Romello glanced at the scattered papers on the floor with indifference, smiling.

“I’ve done what I’ve done. What good would guilt do me? I regret it, but what difference does it make? You’re not going to let me off.”

Of course, Elliot was not going to let him off.

The mere fact that Romello deliberately broke the law was a charge severe enough to warrant a heavy sentence for him.

He seized Romello’s collar tightly, his voice cold and grave.

“Did you intentionally kill Vanda to frame Nathaniel?”

This accusation was the most serious, one that would determine whether Romello would face life imprisonment or the death penalty.