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 know the truth

for his brutality and ruthlessness, but he had toned it down a iot over the

it was Gwendolyn who wanted him to teach

a manipulative bully who preyed on the weak, he was more than happy

Do you

behind his back so tightly that the veins in his arms bulged underneath the

could

Since I have a lot

glimpse of Cedrick’s eyes, keenly sensing the imminent danger

the collar of his military uniform as he slowly rose to his feet and

a powerful aura that matched the nature of

off your

few seconds in confusion but did as told anyway. He then took off his military jacket, folded it neatly,

if you’re still in good physical condition. I want you to do four

“Yes, sir.”

he had been through, so doing four hundred pushups in one go wasn’t too challenging of a

arms and performed the pushups with perfect

the only sound

pushups,

you done?”

forehead as he replied effortlessly, “One hundred

let out a snicker. “Oh? Why didn’t you count them out loud,

He never said I

man with no choice but to do as he was told. “One hundred and eight,”

just now, so you have to start

felt speechless when

from the get–go, huh? Looks like I’m in for a really rough time…

forcefully suppressed his anger and started

for a little while longer

listening to Craig’s counting, which sounded increasingly exhausted as time went

cup

in the office was just right at

and cranked the temperature

shirt underneath. With the sleeves rolled up,

as to add two ice cubes to his coffee to help cool him