Chapter 477 Ormand's Torture

Ormand raised his dark eyes and glanced at Ronian coldly. He picked up a booklet of missions on the table and threw it at the latter.

Ronian did not move at all. The paper booklet gently hit his belly and then slid to the ground.

Take a look first."

Ronian was puzzled. He bent down to pick up the booklet and seriously flipped through it.

"This is the record of my missions in the past three months. What do you mean, Mr. Hobson?”

Ormand put the cigarette in his hand on the table and seriously scolded, "Your attendance in the past month is less than the previous two months.

Shouldn't you give me an explanation?“

Ronian knew that Ormand was looking for trouble, so he could only suppress his anger and explain, "Because Sherlyn is sick, I often went home to stay with her during the last month."

"What an excuse."

Ormand picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it on Ronian's forehead.

The moment the ashtray flew over, Ronian instinctively turned his head to dodge.

The ashtray brushed past his ear and fell onto the carpet behind him.

"What?"

Behind the desk, Ormand frowned with displeasure. His dark eyes were cold and piercing, and it was a sign of anger.

Ronian stared at the metal plate on the desk with the words "Director."

He suppressed his anger constantly, turned around, picked up the ashtray on the carpet, and smashed it on his forehead in front of Ormand.

Somewhere on his forehead quickly turned red and slightly swollen, but it was not bleeding.

Ormand said seriously as he admired Ronian's defeated expression, "Sherlyn only returned to the Felton's place a week ago. It has only been seven days at most, but your workload has decreased by half.

"It's obvious that you are slacking on your work, and you still dare argue with me.

too long? Are you itching for a

up the cup on the

Ronian restrained the urge to

just happened to hit the swollen injury he had just knocked on. The two injuries overlapped, and the

the pain on his forehead, and replied respectfully, "Mr. Hobson, believe me.

have your ideas. You and I both know whether you dare

a reputation for being ruthless and vicious. In the past year, he had

his wife to

a good lesson. Ronian was the best at pretending, bullying the weak, fearing the strong, and having

watch on his wrist and asked coldly, "Today, I punished you because you

clenched his fists tightly behind his back as the

superior, so Ronian didn't dare

heart, he could only suppress his anger. "I admit it. I am

But this afternoon is still very long. I am very happy to make you

at Ormand. He could sense a dangerous aura in Ormand's

military uniform and slowly got up. He walked

Ronian, and he was more imposing than Ronian because he was a

your military

Ormand for a while. In the end, he obeyed the order and obediently took

returned to his original position

smile and said seriously, "Let's see if

"Yes, Sir.”

wasn't particularly difficult for Ronian, who had gone through tough training and had a good

up his firm arms, and quickly

lowered his eyes and

office, and only Ronian

that there were 100 push-ups. He asked,

stopped, his forehead covered in a thin layer

you can talk. Then why don't you count

Ronian was confused.

at Ormand inexplicably. He

were filled with an aura that didn't

and continued to do push-ups. He

so you need to

Ronian was stunned.

go through this afternoon

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