Chapter 935

Romello's jaw tensed slightly as his complexion turned a shade paler. After going through over five hundred push-ups, he felt somewhat sore. With over four hours left until working hours were over, Romello could not help but wonder what other tricks Elliot had up his sleeve. Seeing Romello's nervous expression, Elliot smirked cruelly as he commanded, "Feet apart, shoulder-width apart, and squat for one hour. Get to it immediately." It was just a squat? Romello breathed a sigh of relief and obediently complied with the request, assuming the stance with precision. The hot air blew against his cheeks as sweat poured down his face, but Romello remained silent, maintaining steady breaths as he silently counted the seconds. Elliot watched him for a moment, saying nothing before walking past him toward the bookshelf. Romello dared not turn his head to see what Elliot was doing but could clearly hear the sound of Elliot's military boots tapping on the wooden floor, coming close