Ex husband Goes Money Comes

Chapter 478 The Torture Continues

Ronian's jaw went slightly stiff, and his face was slightly pale.

With more than five hundred push-ups as a beginning, his whole body was sore.

There were still more than four hours until the time off duty. Ronian wondered what tricks Ormand would play against him.

Ormand saw his nervous expression and coldly smiled. Ormand ordered in a low voice, "Separate your feet to the same width as your shoulders. Take a seated position for an hour and execute it immediately."

Ronian didn’t expect it would be so easy.

"Yes, Sir."

He let out a sigh of relief and obediently followed the order.

The hot wind blew. His cheeks were sweating heavily. Ronian did not say a word, and he breathed steadily while silently calculating the time.

Ormand stared at Ronian for a while and said nothing. He bypassed the latter and walked to the bookshelf behind.

Ronian didn't dare look back. He couldn't see what Ormand was doing, but he could hear the sound of Ormand's military boots stepping on the wooden floor.

From close to far, and from far to near...

When Ormand returned, he carried a high stack of books and placed them on his desk.

Ronian was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Sure enough, in the next second, Ronian saw Ormand organize two stacks of books and place them on his lap.

In order not to let the books fall, Ronian could only bite the bullet and move down two inches to maintain the balance of the books.

After seeing that Ronian had held the books well during the short period, Ormand sorted out two more stacks of thick books and walked to him.

"Open your fists and raise your palms.”

Ronian did as told.

Two stacks of heavy books were put on his palms.

and continued to endure

coffee, walked around the desk, returned to his seat, and coldly said, "If you can't even hold on for an hour, then you should resign as the deputy director. If a book falls out, you

and

was determined to make Ormand pay for this when he took over the power of the National Bureau of

Ronian out of the corner of his eye.

"Do you hate me?"

Mr. Hobson. You're my superior. No matter what you do, I won't resist. I will cooperate

orders. It is not a good thing to have too many ideas. If you

Ormand wanted him to give up on the matter of Sherlyn

pretended not to understand. "Mr. Hobson, you're right. I will naturally follow the rules. I will not go

He opened the drawer and took out an inverted timer. He handed it over and placed it in a

at the time Ormand had set

minutes before this did

thought that Ormand was

His arms trembled slightly. He had done more than 500 push-ups, so he

breathing and gritted

news would have a great impact on his reputation, and it

something

hour, time

only stare at the countdown while silently

started to tremble uncontrollably. Ronian was sweating, and it looked like he had just taken a shower. The sweat on the wooden floor in front of him was

was focused on handling his work. Ronian seemed to be able to hear the sound

were 5 minutes left on the

dizzy, and he looked forward to the moment when the timer was

timer stopped at 2:59 when it

that it might be his delusions. He closed his eyes

What was happening?

Ormand behind the desk. Ormand was focused on working and did not

"Mr. Hobson."

ignored him and continued to deal with

for a few more minutes. But the timer didn't

barely held on. "Mr. Hobson, this timer doesn't seem to function well," he shouted. He

"Really?"

timer can't function well, the time must be inaccurate. Then I will take a new one and start

Ronian was speechless.

Ormand's tricks, but he had never expected it