Chapter 952

Nathaniel stood with his hands behind his back, standing upright as he contemplated the situation. Romello tapped the table, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You agreed just yesterday. Is this how you show loyalty? By hesitating?" "No, I'll follow your lead. I'll make sure everything goes smoothly." "Good," Romello replied, reclining in his chair and exhaling smoke from his cigarette. With his head held up high, Romello's eyes gleamed sinisterly as he watched the smoke rise. "I need you to hand over all communication devices to ensure your safety at home before the banquet. Can you do that?" Nathaniel hesitated for a moment before retrieving an old-fashioned cell phone from his pocket and placing it on Romello's desk. "I don't have much money, just this phone. If you don't believe me, you can have the bodyguards search my room." Romello smiled warmly and said, "I trust you." … That afternoon, the news that Nathaniel was still alive but had been sent abroad for f