Ex Husband Goes Money Comes

Chapter 476 A Spy Has No Choice
After seeing the other party's indifferent expression, Dewey sighed. He did not say anything and obediently went down to do his
work.
During lunch, the atmosphere in the dining room of the Felton’s place was particularly heavy.
After sensing that Ronian had a lot on his mind and was in a bad mood, Jennifer and Konner did not dare speak while silently
lowering their heads to eat.
In the huge dining room, there was only the sound of forks and spoons moving.
Ronian’s face was gloomy. For some reason, he thought of the person locked on the top floor. Sherlyn already knew the Felton
family's secret...
Letting her stay on Ormand's side was a great threat to Ronian.
Ronian wished he could kill Sherlyn immediately.
With a clatter, he slammed the fork on the table with a dark face.
The sudden crisp sound scared Jennifer and Konner, and they didn’t even dare chew the food in their mouths.
Konner was weak and had no independent thoughts. After seeing that Ronian had not eaten, Konner decisively put down his
fork, swallowed the last mouthful of food in his mouth, and sat silently.
Jennifer was too embarrassed to continue eating, so she put down her fork and turned to look at Ronian.
"Ronian, what's wrong?” Jennifer's tone was cautious as she asked tentatively. "Is it because of... the matter of Sherlyn being
taken away?"
Ronian raised his beautiful eyes and looked at Jennifer for a while before coming up with an idea.
"Since Viola said she lost her crystal earrings, then you should return them to her. If you like them, I'll give you something similar
someday."
Jennifer did not dare refuse, so she could only agree unhappily.

Ronian continued, “Viola used you to take Sherlyn away. She should feel guilty about you. During this period, you should go to
the Hobson's place more often."
"What?" Jennifer was confused.
And she continued, "Didn't you say last night that I should stay away from Viola..."
"Last night was past. Now Sherlyn is over there. We don't know if she is safe. You can use this as an excuse to go over and take
a look. Can't you do it?" Ronian said.
Jennifer was speechless.
She wondered if Ronian was asking her to be a double-sided spy.
If Ronian knew that she was voluntarily helping Viola get Sherlyn away, would Ronian beat her to death in anger?
Her heart pounded, and her head hung even lower. She did not want Sherlyn to return at all.
"Viola and Sherlyn are like best friends. She definitely won't do anything to harm Sherlyn. Besides, didn't you say that Sherlyn is
very seriously ill? Isn't it just right for Viola to take her away for treatment? We don't have to worry about it," Jennifer said.
Suddenly, there was a breaking sound.
And it was loud.
In his anger, Ronian directly threw the glass in front of him to the ground, and the broken glass splashed everywhere.
Konner and Jennifer trembled.
Jennifer was so frightened that she couldn't help crying. She bit her lips in grievance and curled her shoulders in apology.
"Ronian, don't be angry. I was wrong.”
Ronian looked less angry. "Although you don't have any feelings for Sherlyn, she is your biological sister after all. She is
seriously ill and has a mental problem. As her younger sister, shouldn’t you go and see her?"
"Yes, I will go and have a look after I finish eating,” Jennifer said.
"Be careful. I will arrange two bodyguards with good skills to follow you.”

"Okay, I got it.” Jennifer was startled and didn't think much about it.
Ronian quickly calmed down.
The servant brought a new set of bowls with a fork and placed them in front of Ronian.
Ronian picked up his fork and resumed his usual easy-going expression. "The dishes are almost cold. What are you waiting for?
Eat.”
Only then did Konner and Jennifer dare move their forks. They lowered their heads and concentrated on eating.
After a while, Ronian continued, "Konner, have you been busy with business at the company recently?"
Konner raised his head in confusion and was about to say yes. But Ronian continued, "If you are not busy, I will ask my men to
find an empty job in the National Bureau of Investigation and put you in.”
“Ronian, I...”
Konner was not strong enough, so he couldn't even catch his breath for half an hour standing in a military posture. How could he
endure the busy schedule every day in the bureau?
He complained secretly while wondering if Ronian deliberately targeted him.
Ronian didn't even look at him and continued in a low voice, “Handle the company's business on a long-range computer and
work often in the National Bureau of Investigation to gain a foothold there as soon as possible.”
Konner's face was full of bitterness. He asked weakly, "Can I refuse?"
"Sure."
Konner was delighted and was about to refuse resolutely when he heard Ronian continue.
"But if you refuse, I will think that you are deliberately being lazy and not eager to make progress. The rattan that I made last
night for Jennifer has not been used. Why don't you go to our hall and receive 50 times beating by the rattan? Our family rules
have not been used often. So you can contribute to that by losing some blood."
Konner's face turned completely pale. He twitched the corner of his mouth with difficulty. "Forget it. My constitution is not good.
The rattan can kill me. I choose to go to the National Bureau of Investigation."

"You don't have to force yourself. You can think about it again. I won't force you," Ronian said.
"Don't think about it. I am very sure. I hope that I can improve myself at the National Bureau of Investigation. I will do my best to
perform well and strive for a foothold as soon as possible."
His eyes looked firm, and he spoke very seriously.
"All right, let's eat." Ronian was satisfied. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, and his expression looked gentler.
Konner's hand that was holding the fork couldn't help but tremble. After looking at the table full of delicious food and thinking of
the bitter days he was about to face, he had no appetite.
But in front of Ronian, he could only bitterly continue to pick up the food and eat a few mouthfuls.
His hands were shaking, and the fear in his heart was difficult to calm down. He tried to pick up a meatball on his plate for a long
time, but he failed.
And after noticing that Ronian was looking sideways at him, he was terrified.
"I'm sorry..."
Ronian did not say anything. He reached out to help Konner pick up the meatball and placed it firmly into Konner's bowl.
“Thank you," Konner said.
Ronian casually hummed and continued to eat.
After that, there was no sound of speaking at the dining table.
The three had different thoughts.
The meal made Jennifer and Konner extremely depressed and almost breathless.
On the other hand, Ronian's mood was much better.He leisurely returned to the study room to handle business.
As soon as he sat down on the chair, Dewey knocked on the door. "Mr. Felton, the captain of the 7th team of the National Bureau
of Investigation has personally come to deliver a message. He said that Mr. Hobson wants to see you. Please change into your

military uniform within half an hour and rush to the National Bureau of Investigation on time. If you don't arrive on time, you will
be punished."
Half an hour?
So urgent?
Ronian wondered what Ormand was trying to do.
He immediately stood up from his office chair and immediately went back to his room to change his clothes. He quickly went
downstairs to the garage and drove to the National Bureau of Investigation.
On the way, he stared at his watch, and the countdown had begun.
In the last few seconds, he arrived at Ormand's office on time.
Ormand was leisurely leaning on his office chair while wearing a solemn military uniform. His aura was fierce, and his posture
was domineering.
His fair-skinned slender fingers played with a cigarette, and his nose occasionally sniffed it, but he did not dare smoke.
He was afraid that Viola would find out that he did not care about his baby's health. In that case, he would be taught a good
lesson.
Ronian stood by the door while staring at Ormand from afar. He walked steadily to the space not far from Ormand's desk. He had
his hands behind his back and straightened his back.
He stood in a standard standing position with his hands behind his back.
"Mr. Hobson, you've already stopped my mission in the bureau. Do you have any special instructions?"