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.

continued to

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 will be suspended

and silently

Ormand pay for this when he took over the power of the National Bureau of

he glanced at Ronian out of the corner of his eye. He saw Ronian’s

"Do you hate me?"

You're my superior. No matter what you do, I won't

He only said, "As a subordinate, you must have the self-awareness to obey my orders. It is not a good thing to have too many ideas. If you are willing to follow the

give up on the matter of Sherlyn and compromise with Viola

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

not say anything else. He opened the drawer and took out an inverted timer. He handed it over and placed it in a place where Ronian

at the time Ormand had set up. It

the 20 minutes before this

was

so he would lose his strength

he was suspended because of the books on his palms, the news would have a great impact on his reputation, and it would affect the stock price of the Felton

something

hour, time

only stare at the countdown while silently enduring

His legs had started to tremble uncontrollably. Ronian was sweating, and it looked like he had just taken a shower. The sweat

office was unusually quiet. Ormand was focused on handling his work. Ronian seemed to be able to hear the

minutes

he felt dizzy, and he looked forward to the moment when the

timer stopped at 2:59 when it

He closed his eyes and opened them again. When

What was happening?

Ormand was focused on working

"Mr. Hobson."

him and continued to deal

on. "Mr. Hobson, this timer doesn't seem to

“Really?”

his eyebrows slightly and did not even look at the timer. "Since the timer can't function well, the time must be inaccurate. Then

Ronian was speechless.

been many years since he first saw Ormand's tricks, but