Wooing My Ex-Wife

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

know the

and ruthlessness, but he had toned it down a iot over the past year

Gwendolyn who wanted him to

being a manipulative bully who preyed on

laziness at work and attempting to justify your misconduct with excuses. Do you acknowledge?” Cedrick

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

did outrank him, so there was nothing he could do except comply. “Yes,

will be punished accordingly. Since I have a lot

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

rose to his feet and made his

was slightly taller than Craig and exuded a powerful aura

jacket,” Cedrick ordered.

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

if you’re still

“Yes, sir.”

been through, so doing four hundred pushups in one

himself up with his muscular arms and performed the

occasional panting was the only sound that filled the

hundred pushups, Cedrick asked, “How many have you

was some sweat on Craig’s forehead as

snicker. “Oh? Why didn’t you count them out

looked up at him in confusion. Huh? He never said I had to count

authoritative look in his eyes, leaving the man with no choice but to do as he

so you have to start over.”

speechless when he heard

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

his anger

himself of coffee. He then casually sipped on his coffee while listening to

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255