The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 477 Let The Torment Begin

Cedrick looked up and shot him an icy–cold glare before tossing a mission list at him.

Craig simply stood there and let the piece of paper hit his abdomen before sliding to the floor.

“Take a look at this,” Cedrick said.

Feeling confused, Craig picked up the mission list and read through it in detail.

“This is a list of missions that I went on over the past three months. What is the meaning of this, Mr. Jenson?”

Cedrick put the cigarette down on the desk before asking sternly, “Your attendance this month was half of the last two months. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

Craig knew that the man was deliberately trying to pick a fight with him, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger as he explained, “Jennifer was sick, so I went back home a lot to look after her.”

“Excuses!” Cedrick yelled sternly while picking up an ashtray from the desk and hurling it at Craig’s head.

Craig instinctively moved his head aside to dodge the incoming ashtray, which grazed his earlobe before falling onto the rug on the floor.

There was a loud thud upon impact, but the ashtray did not break.

“Hmm?”

Cedrick knitted his eyebrows in displeasure from behind the desk, as the depths of his eyes emitted a bone–chilling coldness, serving as an ominous warning sign that he was about to lose his temper.

Craig stared at the metallic sign on the desk with the word “Director” on it.

After taking a few seconds to suppress his anger, he picked up the ashtray and smashed himself in the head with it.

His forehead was instantly swollen from the impact, but there was no bleeding as it did not break the skin.

Cedrick was having a great time watching him suffer, his tormenting certainly did not stop at that. “Jennifer only returned to the Newton residence a week ago, and she was only there for about six to seven days. Your mission count, however, decreased in half. It’s obvious that you’re simply using her as an excuse for your laziness at work! How dare you try to brush me off with such a sh*tty excuse, Craig?”

Those words had barely left Cedrick’s mouth when he picked up a coffee cup and hurled it at Craig’s head. This time, Craig resisted the urge to dodge and took the blow head–on

The coffee cup happened to hit him on the previous wound, causing his skin to break and bleed a little.

“Please investigate this matter thoroughly, Mr. Jenson. I would never dare do such a thing,” Craig replied respectfully while enduring the intense pain on his forehead.

I both

and ruthlessness, but he had toned it down a iot over the past year

who wanted him

manipulative bully who preyed

your laziness at work and attempting to justify your misconduct with excuses. Do you acknowledge?” Cedrick asked while fidgeting with the watch on his wrist, his tone laced

fists behind his back so tightly that the veins in

was nothing he could do except

said, “Of course, you will be punished accordingly. Since I have a

unease washed over Craig as he caught a glimpse of Cedrick’s eyes, keenly

rose to his

Craig and exuded a powerful

off your jacket,” Cedrick

as told anyway. He then took off his military jacket, folded it neatly, and placed

if you’re still in

“Yes, sir.”

the hardcore training he had been through, so

his muscular arms and performed

was the only

a hundred pushups, Cedrick asked, “How many

you done?”

sweat on Craig’s forehead as he

“Oh? Why didn’t you

up at him in confusion. Huh? He never said I had to count

him with an authoritative look in his eyes, leaving the man with no choice but to do as he

just now, so you have

speechless when he

things difficult for me right from the get–go, huh? Looks like I’m in

in mind, he forcefully suppressed his anger and started counting from

little while longer before returning to his

coffee. He then casually sipped on his coffee while listening to Craig’s counting, which sounded increasingly exhausted as

cup

temperature in the office was

the heater and cranked the temperature up to thirty

his military jacket, wearing a thin white shirt underneath. With the sleeves rolled up,

went as far as to add two ice cubes to his