Chapter 597 Chad''s sucking up; even the water be sweet
Chad was wordless.
He couldn''t get annoyed by being taunted, but smiled like a simple doggy, "What you say to me is right.
You can say it again. Your words to me is the holy words. Every sentence is a ssic quote."
As long as he didn''t deduct his wages, Malcolm can feel free to scold him!
He suppressed his true inner thoughts and smiled extra pleasingly.
Malcolm stared at him, "Do you like to be scolded? You have masochistic tendencies?"
Chad: "No, just like being scolded by you."
With goose bumps by his words, Malcolm hurriedly executed the punishment for him, "No more dy.
Get ready for push-ups. After that, do handstands yourself. Set time on your own. I will not keep an eye
on you. "
"Okay." Chad replied briskly, "Don''t worry bro. I''m honest. Even if you don''t keep an eye on me, I''ll do it
in a disciplined manner, and I promise not to miss a second."
Malcolm gave him a condescending nce, seeing through it but not saying anything.
Doing push-ups and handstands against the wall can be a great workout, and for Chad, it can be
strenuous, but it was a piece of cake.
After that, the only sounds in the office were Malcolm''s keyboard tapping and Chad''s asional heavy
panting.
Two hundred and forty-nine minutes of handstand took more than four hours, which was much harder
than the push-ups.
His sweat poured down and dripped onto the floor in front of Chad, and even slipped a little
ufortably down into his eyes.
He spent almost a whole morning in Malcolm''s office doing handstands.
Chad hardened himself for two hours. The veins on his strong and powerful arms bulged. He was
shaking slightly and his breathing was getting unstable.
Malcolm worked on the paperwork at hand, but nced at his state.
Compared to the original deputy director Shane, Chad had noints at all for such a high-intensity
handstand against the wall.
Malcolm''s mind can''t help but recall the days when he was in training camp and did the devil training.
The former Shane was like today''s Chad who seemed simple and honest. And although he was
ruthless, he didn''tck in kindness.
But when Shane was promoted to deputy director and became the patriarch of Cahan family, it
brought Shane huge changes and his ambition was getting bigger and bigger.
Will Chad be like this in the future ...?
With that in mind, Malcolm closed the pen cap.
He raised his eyes to look at Chad who was near the wall. Apparently, he was close to the physical
exhaustion. He was shaking, but still struggling to hold on.
"Two hundred and forty-nine minutes of handstand against the wall, it''s very strenuous. Only half of it
has passed now. You already can hardly stand it. I punish you so hard. Do you me me?"
Chad breathed deeply, maintained the inverted position, and said with difficulty, "You train me for my
own good. I''ve been out on missions for almost a year. And I didn''t work out in private. I was negligent."
Unlike Shane''s deliberate ttery, Chad said it seriously, and he did think it in his heart.
me Malcolm?
He estimated that in his lifetime, such a rebellious mentality will not appear.
At the beginning, if without Malcolm, he would have died in the chaos of the border zone. His time
would forever be stuck at the age of ten. Simply he would not have afortable life now.
He was a man who knew his way around, and he remembered those who were kind to him for life.
Even if Malcolm wanted him to go to the battlefield tomorrow, to the most dangerous front line, with a
very high chance of death, he would not hesitate.
His sweat was blurring his eyes, and Chad, who was unable to see Malcolm''s expression because his
whole body was upside down, continued to grit his teeth and tried to push his body''s potential to the
limit.
Malcolm got up, walked around the table and haughtily poured a ss of warm water, "Get up. Stop
the timer. Save the rest for next time. Remember to keep your mouth shut. Double the penalty for the
next time if you don''t keep your mouth shut."
"Thank you."
With the pardon, Chad''s well-built feet hit the ground and still inevitably stumbled two steps forwards.
His arms were so sore that he had no strength at all. He was just standing firm when a ss of warm
water was handed to him.
He raised his eyes to watch Malcolm who was carrying the ss of water. And Chad''s eyes, which
were already red with sweat, became even redder.
Malcolm actually ... personally poured a ss of water for him? And bring it to him?
He was ttered, surprised and overwhelmed. Obviously, he physically punished him, but Malcolm''s
attitude was too good to be true for him.
He was even afraid that after this ss of water, was there still physical torture waiting for him?
Just like thest time Shane was tortured in this office for a whole afternoon.
Malcolm frowned and his face was as cold as ever, "Soon you''ll be promoted to deputy director.
Everyone will have to change their address to you to Mr. Chad. Is Mr. Chad looking down on me who
personally pour the ss of water for you? "
Although these words were joking, Chad felt it extra heavy.
In trepidation, Chad bowed respectfully.
"I won''t. You intentionally promote me so I can be the deputy director. I will always remember your
kindness and always be your subordinate."
Malcolm smiled slightly and handed the ss of water forward patiently, "We''re alsorades,
families, brothers."
Chad wanted to cry and was moved to hear the words form him. Then he repeated with unusual
deliberation, "Yes,rades, families, and brothers."
He took the ss of water. Indeed, he was too thirsty. The mere water was like timely rainfall. He
gurgled and drank it all in two seconds.
Malcolm turned back to his chair, "Drink slowly. No one will grab it from you. There is more."
Chad wiped the sweat from his face, "That''s enough. You personally poured the ss of water for me.
It''s just sweet to drink."
In response to hispliment, Malcolm gave him a cold look, "Drink up and go back to your office. Go
take a shower and get busy."
"Okay."
Chad was disciplined enough to put down the ss and quickly left Malcolm''s office.
His whole body was wet with sweat. The clothes was sticky to his skin tightly, which made him very
ufortable. Chad did want to hurry up and take a shower.
Shortly after he left, someone was knocking on Malcolm''s office door, and a bodyguard of White family
came in.
"Mr. Malcolm, there''s a situation with Mr. Ryan ..."
Today was the deadline for Travis to recuperate from his leg injury, and the bodyguard went to Ryan''s
vi, as Malcolm had instructed, to find Travis.
ording to Malcolm''sst request, Travis would be taken to the hall first, where Charles was
responsible for whipping him for 30 times. And then he would be brought to NIB to make a statement
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and sent to a senior prison to serve for five years.
However, the bodyguards arrived at Ryan''s house and were unsessful in meeting Travis.
Malcolm listened carefully to the bodyguard''s description, "How dare Ryan obstruct you from taking
Travis?"
The bodyguard shook his head, "We went through the whole vi. Mr. Travis is not there. Mr. Charles
called and checked his phone''s GPS. Nothing was found. He just disappeared like a vapor."
Malcolm looked serious, suppressing his anger.
He straightened his uniform and got up, and his tone was cold, "Dare to hide him and obstruct the
normal procedures of NIB. Ryan is probably idle and wants toe here and stay in a single room for
a few days. "
He called Ted and informed him to bring a team of soldiers back to the White Mansion with him to
denounce Ryan publicly for his crimes.