My Dreamy Old Husband

They stood like that for half an hour. The whole time, the office was deathly quiet. Even a crying Xyla dared not make a sound. There was a storm brewing in the office, and right in the center of the storm was Joel Fletcher.

It was calm before the storm, and the atmosphere made everyone breathless. The air conditioning had not been turned on, and everyone was sweating. However, no one dared to breathe too hard, much less wipe their sweat.

Seeing that it was already ten thirty, Joel finally flung the file in his hand, and it landed on the table with a smack. Everyone jerked to attention, their body strung tight with tension.

Joel stood up with a predatory gaze, and something shifted in the air. It was as if there was an invisible energy wave, and it made everyone stand up straighter subconsciously.

“What the h*ll happened?” Joel looked distant and untouchable, and his voice was unbearably cold. “The one who got beaten up speaks first,” he said in a cold voice, pointing at Richard.

Richard stepped forward and pointed at Sophia. “She started it; she hit my girlfriend first, and when I went to stop her, she beat me up!” Richard had had enough of Sophia being unreasonable. She had done so many repugnant things in order to get everyone’s attention, and he wanted her to be expelled immediately from the barracks.

Joel did not respond, but looked at Xyla and asked, “What about you?”

Tears running down her face, Xyla said, “She hit me first, and when Richard tried to save me, she even hit Richard.”

Joel remained quiet, pacing in front of three for two whole laps. The brim of his military cap cast a shadow which covered his whole face, but they could still see a pair of piercing eyes staring at them.

Looking at Sophia, Joel finally asked, “Did you hit them?”

a strong voice, Sophia replied in accordance with the rules

but his voice

eye and said, “This is our private matter. These

went still for a few seconds. It was Quinton Clark who broke the silence by laughing out loud. The rest couldn’t bring themselves to laugh, as the general was staring at

this is not what happened. How can someone be so stupid as to let others beat them up? It was Sophia who started it! If you don’t believe me, you can ask everyone present. They saw

favor of the latter. They just wanted the interrogation

the blame upon someone else, when it was

Sophia that started it by hitting Xyla and

thought that Joel would take the opportunity to check her out, but he only spared her a brief glance. Then, his eyes surveyed those in front of him, only to return to stare at the three involved. He looked at the bruised Richard

how to answer. He was 180 cm, while Sophia was only 160 cm. In comparison, he looked tall and big, while Sophia was petite and small. It seemed unbelievable

he simply couldn’t go against Sophia’s brute force! Back in high school, she was a part-time courier in the girls dormitory, carrying

expelled from the military training course. At that moment, Xyla couldn’t stop herself from adding, “Richard and Sophia have a past,

the three of them

to speak, but was stopped by Joel’s glare. “Shut up. Let her speak.” He

dared to

be my boyfriend, but he cheated on me and hooked up with Xyla Huff. These two felt guilty, so they voluntarily let me beat them up, to let their conscience feel a little