The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 478

Shane's jaw stiffened slightly and his face turned wan.

With over five hundred push-ups as a start, he was now a little sore and weak.

With more than four hours to go before the end of the day, what the hell was Malcolm going to do?

Malcolm observed his nervous expression, snorted, and ordered in a deep voice, "Spread your feet apart, shoulder-width apart. One hour in a horse stance. Execute it immediately."

Just a horse stance?

"Yes."

Shane was relieved and did as he was told, squatting in a standard horse stance.

With the hot wind blowing next to him and sweat pouring down his cheeks, Shane didn't say a word, breathed steadily and counted the minutes silently.

Malcolm stared at him for a moment, said nothing, walked around him, and headed over to the back shelves of books.

Shane didn't dare turn around, couldn't see what Malcolm was doing, but could clearly hear Malcolm's military boots stomping on the wooden floor.

From near to far, and from far to near.

When he returned again, Malcolm had a tall stack of books in his hands and placed them on his desk.

Shane was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next second, he saw Malcolm sorting out two stacks of books and laying each flat on his lap.

In order to keep the book from falling, Shane could only move down two inches in a hard way to maintain the balance of the books.

Seeing that he had handled it well, Malcolm sorted out two more stacks of heavy books and walked over to him.

"Open your fists, palms facing up."

Shane did as he was told.

Two heavy stacks of books were placed on each of his hands.

He clenched his teeth and still suffered without a word.

Malcolm leisurely sipped iced tea, turned around the desk, backed to his seat, and coldly said, "If you can not even last an hour, you just quit the Deputy Director of National Investigation Bureau. If one book falls down, you will be suspended for a month. Think about it yourself."

Shane held his breath and silently endured the grinding corporal punishment.

He was planning to make Malcolm's life miserable when he had the power in the National Investigation Bureau.

Malcolm looked at the computer, but glanced at him, catching his gloomy gaze.

"Do you hate me so much?"

Shane was slightly stunned, and restrained the sharpness in his eyes, "No, you're my superior. No matter what you do, I will not resist and cooperate fully."

Malcolm sneered, and did not expose him down, but only said, "As a subordinate, you must have the consciousness of obeying orders. Thinking too much is not a good thing. If you are willing to follow the rules of the work, it will be peaceful in the future."

The implication was that he should give up on Melissa and compromise with Lyra and Keith.

Shane just pretended not to understand and said, "You're right. I naturally follow the rules and will never dare to violate them."

Malcolm said nothing more, opened the drawer, took out a countdown timer, passed it forward, and placed it where Shane could see it clearly.

Shane glanced down at the time he had set, a sixty-minute countdown.

So the twenty minutes or so before didn't count.

He was excellent at torturing him!

Shane sneered in his heart. His arms were trembling gently. He just did more than 500 push-ups. He raised his arms for a while and it seemed to lose strength.

He adjusted his breathing, gritted his teeth and held on.

If he was suspended for dropping the books in his hands, once the news got spread, it would have a significant impact on his reputation and the stock of the Callahan Group.

He would never allow this to happen.

It was only an hour that passed like a year.

Shane could only stare at the countdown and suffer in silence.