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.

“Ronian, is it because I haven't asked about the situation in the bureau for too long? Are you itching for a beating and deliberately trying to play at me?"

Ormand picked up the

urge to dodge

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

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

I both know

In the past year, he

ordered by his wife to punish Ronian. He was very happy to do

a good lesson. Ronian was the best at pretending, bullying the weak, fearing the strong, and having

of this, Ormand rubbed the famous watch on his wrist and asked coldly, "Today, I punished you because you slacked

his back as

so Ronian didn't dare to

he could only suppress his anger. "I admit it. I am

“Of course, you will be punished. But this afternoon is still very long. I am very happy to make you follow the rules,

raised his head and looked at Ormand. He could sense a dangerous aura in Ormand's

stood in front of Ronian.He was taller than Ronian, and he was more imposing than Ronian because he was a fierce and

your military

for a while. In the end, he obeyed the order and obediently

returned to his original position

stared at him with a faint smile and said seriously, “Let's see if your stamina has decreased. 400 push-ups

“Yes, Sir.”

particularly difficult for Ronian, who had gone through tough training

immediately bent down, propped up his firm

his eyes

the office, and only Ronian occasionally

100 push-ups. He asked, “How

forehead covered in a thin layer of

can talk. Then why don't you

Ronian was confused.

looked up at Ormand inexplicably. He was not

were filled with

his fate and continued to do push-ups. He

just now, so

Ronian was stunned.

difficult to go through this afternoon because Ormand made things

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