Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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.

Mr. Jenson. I would never dare do such a thing,” Craig replied respectfully while enduring the intense pain on

know the truth

but he had toned it

who wanted him to teach Craig

had long since wanted to punish Craig for being a manipulative bully who

Do you acknowledge?” Cedrick asked while

his back so tightly that the veins in his arms bulged

was nothing he could do except comply. “Yes, I acknowledge and accept any

will be punished accordingly. Since I have a lot of free time during the

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

his military uniform as he slowly rose to his feet and made his way around the

than Craig and exuded a powerful aura that matched the nature of his

jacket,” Cedrick ordered.

at him for a few seconds in confusion but did as told anyway. He then took off his military jacket, folded it neatly, and placed it on the couch before returning

flashed him a sly grin as he said, “For starters, let’s see if you’re still in good physical condition. I want you to do four hundred pushups without

“Yes, sir.”

to the hardcore training he had been through, so doing four hundred pushups in

and performed the pushups with perfect form while Cedrick watched on.

the only sound that filled the

hundred pushups, Cedrick asked,

you done?”

Craig’s forehead as he replied effortlessly, “One hundred

a snicker. “Oh? Why didn’t you

at him in confusion. Huh? He never said I had to count them out,

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

just now, so you have to start over.”

speechless when he

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

his anger and started counting

little while longer before

coffee while listening to Craig’s counting, which sounded increasingly exhausted as time went by.

cup

was just right

and cranked the temperature up to thirty