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Chapter 477

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.

the bureau for too long? Are

the cup on the table and

urge

had just knocked on. The two injuries overlapped, and the skin on his forehead was

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

have your ideas. You and I both know

vicious. In the past year, he had restrained a lot of his

wife to punish Ronian. He was very

teach Ronian a good lesson. Ronian was the best at pretending, bullying the weak, fearing the

coldly, "Today, I punished you because you slacked

tightly behind his back

so Ronian didn't

"I admit it. I am willing

afternoon is still very long.

looked at Ormand. He could sense

uniform and slowly got up. He walked around the desk and stood in

imposing than Ronian because he

off your

at Ormand for a while. In the end, he obeyed the order and obediently took off his military coat. He folded it neatly

this, Ronian returned to his original

a faint smile and said seriously, "Let's see if your stamina has decreased.

"Yes, Sir.”

particularly difficult for Ronian, who had gone through tough training and had a

bent down, propped up his

eyes and

office, and only Ronian

were 100 push-ups. He asked, "How

thin layer of sweat. "107," he answered

can talk. Then why don't you count it out?"

Ronian was confused.

He was not asked to count his

his eyes were filled with an aura that didn't

and continued to do push-ups.

so you need

Ronian was stunned.

be difficult to go through this afternoon because

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