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Elliot looked up coldly, tossing a task list from the desk toward Romello.
Romello remained unmoved as the paper booklet lightly landed on his stomach before sliding to the floor.
“Take a look first,” Elliot instructed sternly.
Puzzled, Romello bent down to pick up the task list and carefully flipped through it.
“These are records of my missions over the past three months. What’s the matter, Mr. Jenkins?”
Elliot set his cigarette down on the desk and criticized seriously, “Your attendance for the past month has clearly been half of what it was in the previous two months. Shouldn’t you give me an explanation?”
Romello knew Elliot was purposely picking fights, so he had to swallow his pride and explain, “It’s because Phoebe fell ill, and I spent a lot of time at home with her.”
“Excuses!”
Elliot scolded, picked up the ashtray from the desk, and hurled it toward Romello’s forehead.
In a split second, Romello instinctively leaned away, narrowly avoiding the ashtray grazing his earlobe and landing on the carpet behind him with a dull thud, unbroken.
“Hmm?”
Elliot frowned in annoyance, his cold and menacing gaze signaling his impending wrath.
Romello glanced at the metal plaque on the desk that read ‘Chief‘.
Suppressing his anger, he turned around and picked up the ashtray from the carpet, then smashed it against his own forehead in front of Elliot.
Romello’s forehead quickly reddened, slightly swelling, but it did not draw blood.
Elliot admired his defeated expression and sternly reprimanded him, “Phoebe only returned to the Nicholls family a week ago, leaving you with just about a week of reduced workload. Yet, your tasks have halved.
Clearly, you’ve been slacking off and have the audacity to make excuses. Romello, are
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you being rebellious because I’ve not been asking about the matters in the bureau as often?”
Elliot picked up the teacup from the desk as he spoke and threw it toward him again.
This time, Romello restrained the urge to dodge and remained motionless.
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The teacup struck the swollen bruise on his forehead from the previous hit, causing both injuries to overlap.
The skin on his forehead was grazed, and blood oozed slightly.
Romello furrowed his brows, enduring the intense pain on his forehead, and respectfully replied, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Jenkins.”
“You’re a cunning one, and we both know it.
Elliot had always been known for being ruthless, but in the past year, his temperament had softened considerably due to Sheena’s influence.
However, when she ordered him to straighten out Romello, he was more than happy to oblige.
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Besides, he had long wanted to teach Romello a lesson -the guy good at playing innocent, bullying the weak, and abusing his power.
With this in mind, Elliot toyed with his luxury watch on his wrist and asked coldly, ” Today, you’re being punished for your laziness and attempt to argue. Do you acknowledge your faults?”
Romello clenched his fists behind his back, his arm veins bulging.
Elliot was his superior.
Even if Romello felt Elliot was being unfair, he could only give in reluctantly.
“I acknowledge my faults and am willing to accept your punishment, Mr. Jenkins.”
Elliot, with his dark and cunning gaze, stared at him.
“Punishment is inevitable, but we still have plenty of time this afternoon. I’m more than happy to oversee your punishment personally.”
Romello looked up, meeting Elliot’s eyes.
He sensed a hint of danger in Elliot’s gaze.
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Elliot adjusted his military uniform collar, slowly stood up, and walked over to Romello, positioning himself before him.
He was slightly taller than Romello, exuding a commanding aura that was characteristic of a superior.
“Take off your military jacket.”
Confused, Romello met his gaze for a moment before complying with the command, obediently removing his green military jacket and neatly folding it, then placing it on the
sofa.
Once done, Romello returned to his original position and stood upright.
Elliot stared at him with a smirk, then said seriously, “Let’s first see if your physical fitness has declined. Do four hundred push–ups in one go, no stopping.”
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