Chapter 480


    Chapter 480 Our Difference


    This endless physical and mental torture almost made Ronian unable to breathe.


    He clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly.


    Anger was building up in his chest. He was on the verge of exploding.


    However, Ormand didn''t get physical with him at all despite the cup Ormand threw at him at the very


    beginning. Ormand was only making him do what he did in training.


    So even if Ronian wanted to use Ormand, he didn''t know what he should use Ormand of.


    As he was thinking, Ormand tapped his knuckles on the table and suddenly said, “You still have fifteen


    seconds to decide."


    Ronian''s breathing hitched. All the thoughts that were in his head a few seconds ago disappeared after


    he heard Ormand''s words.


    Ronian quickly walked to the wall, gritted his teeth, and pulled himself together. Two steps from the


    wall, he stood on his hands.


    He was close to the wall. But he wasn''t touching the wall.


    This was the whole point. To solely rely on the arms to support the body weight.


    The wall behind him was only for him to fall back on.


    This skill was very difficult and tiring.


    Besides, Ronian was already worn out.


    Only two minutester, his arms couldn''t stop shaking.


    If he stayed in this position for the whole thirty minutes, Ronian felt he would probably drop dead.


    He had not been so miserable for many years.


    He would never forget this experience and the guy who put him through it for the rest of his life!


    Ormand looked at Ronian from afar and saw his trembling arms. Ormand raised his tea and took a sip.


    Then, Ormand spoke.


    “Ronian, I have stayed in Washington for too many years and neglected you. As a result, you thought


    more and more highly of yourself and even wanted to take my ce.”


    Ronian endured the pain and said through gritted teeth, “Mr. Hobson... You''re teasing me... I don’t have


    the guts.”


    Ormand snorted and rubbed the ce between his eyebrowszily. “You are the deputy director, and


    it''s me who trained you up. No one knows better than me how ambitious you are and how much you


    want power and wealth.


    “However, you havepletely forgotten why you started and are bing more and more like a


    stranger to me.”


    After Ronian took charge of the Felton family, the feeling of being able to order everyone around


    fascinated him. So he began to want more and bigger power.


    Ronian knew this too. But he would not change, and he did not think he was wrong.


    "Mr. Hobson, it''s not true. I... I haven''t changed...”


    These words took Ronian thest bit of his energy. He fell backward and soon bounced off the wall into


    the original position.


    Ormand didn''t have the patience for Ronian''s nonsense. He said seriously, "You are tired. You feel that


    your arms are about to break and even feel that you can''t stand it any longer, right?”


    Ronian didn''t say anything, but it was obvious that was how he felt.


    Ormand continued, "When my teacher trained me, it was worse than this. I even felt like I was about to


    die.


    “But in fact, human beings have infinite potential. In the face of absolute pressure, even the proudest


    men have to bow their heads.


    "Moreover, I knew what kind of punishment I would get if I failed the challenge. So even if it would kill


    me, I must make it through.


    “Ronian, the difference between you and me is so much more than ‘deputy’.”


    Ronian was stunned.


    He didn''t understand what Ormand was trying to do.


    Ormand had never talked with him so seriously. Was Ormand trying to remember the past with him


    because Ormand was enjoying punishing him?


    Ronian thought and said nothing.


    Ormand stared at Ronian and said in a cold and cruel tone, "If you can’t get through thirty minutes, it


    means that your body is too weak. I will report it truthfully to the higher-ups and ask them to send you


    back to the training camp to reflect on yourself for three months.


    "In addition, once you leave, the position of deputy director will be vacant. I intend to promote Todd to


    the acting deputy director. What do you think?"


    Though Ormand used the word "acting”, Ronian knew he would not be able to take his ce back after


    Todd filled in for him.


    Ronian''s back became stiff, and bloody teeth marks appeared on his dry lower lip. Ronian used all his


    strength to keep his arms from shaking.


    "I don''t think that''s necessary. I haven''t reached my limit.”


    "Good then," Ormand sneered.


    Half an hour was very fast for Ormand, who was handling official business.


    But for the upside-down Ronian, every second felt like a year. All he knew was he must endure the pain


    and hang in there.


    Half an hourter, the timer went off.


    And it was also the time to get off work.


    Ronian let out a muffled groan of relief as he copsed to the ground. And he was unable to get up for


    quite a while.


    Even his eyshes were covered with sweat. He trembled slightly and was so exhausted that he


    couldn''t even open his eyes.


    Ormand had just finished reading all the documents and leavingments on them with a red ink pen.


    Ormand turned off the heater, got up, and slowly walked to Ronian. "You barely passed. Before you


    leave, remember to clean up the floor.”


    "Mr. Hobson." Barely conscious, Ronian called out to him, "Could I...”


    Ormand seemed to know what Ronian was going to say and refused tly, "No. But if you don''t mind


    everyone in the bureau knowing you''ve been punished in my office today, just call in whoever you like


    to do the cleaning for you.


    "If you can''t get up, you can walk on your knees. I will make sure no onees in when you are


    cleaning. It''s up to you if you want to keep thest bit of your dignity."


    Ormand coldly stared at Ronian, who was no better than a pile of trash right now, and didn''t feel sorry


    at all.


    "Yes..."


    After getting a positive answer from Ronian, Ormand put on his military uniform and headed toward the


    door.


    After a few steps, Ormand turned around and threatened, "Let''s hope you have no part in imprisoning


    Sherlyn. Otherwise, I will make you regret it.”


    Ronian''s eyelids trembled. He didn’t answer.


    Ormand snorted coldly and left the office.


    After he left, Ronian raised his eyes with difficulty to stare at the metal te with the word ‘Director’ on


    it. And he clenched his fists subconsciously.


    He could no longer suppress the hatred in his chest.


    However, after a short break, Ronian epted the reality and got up from the ground.


    His legs were so weak that he couldn''t stand up. Ronian could only walk on his knees very slowly. He


    wiped the sweat and tea off the floor with a rag and also cleaned up the broken porcin scattered all


    over the ce.


    After doing all this, Ronian called his trusted subordinate and got himself carried back to his own office.


    Then Ronian took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and returned to the Felton family.


    Ormand returned to Viorin.


    He found the house rather crowded.


    Russell, Todd, and Leia were all there. They sat on the sofa in silence, all wearing solemn expressions.


    They seemed to be waiting for Ormand to have a meeting.


    Ormand walked over and sat down next to Vi.


    Despite the audience, Ormand put his hand on Vi''s waist, trying to hug her.


    Vi hurriedly patted his hand and said in a serious voice, "What are you doing? So many people are


    watching."


    Ormand''s wrist was pped pink, but he did not let go. His arms were wrapped around Vi''s slim


    waist even tighter, and Ormand said honestly, "I haven''t seen you all day. It''s like torture.”This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.