Wooing My Ex-Wife

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.

never dare do such a thing,” Craig replied respectfully while enduring the

you and I both know the truth

he had toned it down a

time, however, it was Gwendolyn who wanted him to

long since wanted to punish Craig for being a manipulative bully who preyed on the weak, he

you acknowledge?” Cedrick asked while fidgeting with the watch on his wrist, his tone laced with spine-

back so tightly that the veins in his arms

Cedrick did outrank him, so there was nothing he could do except

him a sly look as he said, “Of course, you will be punished accordingly. Since I have a lot of free time during the afternoon, I will

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

latter adjusted the collar of his military uniform as he slowly rose to his feet and made his way

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

off your jacket,” Cedrick

anyway. He then took off his military jacket, folded it neatly, and

“For starters, let’s see if you’re still in good physical condition. I want you to do four hundred

“Yes, sir.”

he had been through, so doing four hundred pushups in one go wasn’t

up with his muscular arms and performed

was the only sound that filled the

pushups, Cedrick

as he replied effortlessly, “One

out a snicker. “Oh? Why didn’t you

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

no choice but to do as he was told. “One hundred and eight,” he counted while

just now, so you

when he heard that.

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

his anger and started

to his desk and pouring himself of coffee. He then casually sipped on his coffee while listening to Craig’s counting, which sounded increasingly