Ex Husband Goes Money Comes

Chapter 457 Fulfill Your Childhood Memories
The documents that had been deleted could not be recovered by all means.
Bentley did not feel distressed but just continued to translate the remaining three documents.
Yet his typing speed had slowed down a lot.
The office was filled with the sounds of typing again, and no one took the initiative to speak.
When one was busy, time always passed quickly, and an hour seemed to pass in a flash.
Breenda tidied up the desk, packed the designer bag, and prepared to return to the Callis‘ home. She casually instructed, “Send
all the translated documents to my account.”
Bentley stopped and turned to look at Breenda. “Ms. Callis, aren’t you going to have a check first?”
“You’ve already finished translating. What’s there to check?”
“I... still have two documents left. I haven’t finished yet,” Bentley said as he lowered his eyes, feeling embarrassed.
Breenda was stunned.
She stopped packing her things and looked at Bentley in confusion. “You only had three left an hour ago. Now you still have two l
eft? What were you doing in the past hour?”
Breenda thought carefully and did not remember that Bentley slacked off. Instead, he had indeed been fully focusing on translati
ng.
Bentley’s expression hardened slightly. He lowered his head and didn’t reply.
Breenda walked over suspiciously and looked at Bentley’s computer screen. Soon, she found
something.
“When I came over earlier, I saw that you had already translated these documents. Why are they gone? Are you messing with m
e?”

Bentley explained with a straight face, “I accidentally pressed the delete button just now. The
documents are gone, so I have to translate them all again.”
Breenda stared at Bentley in confusion and immediately checked the recycling bin on the computer.
There was nothing in it.
She teased, “So, you mean that you accidentally pressed the delete button and accidentally emptied the recycling bin as well?”
Bentley did not know how to answer.
Breenda continued to say, “Moreover, with your intellect, even if you did delete the files and empty
the recycling bin both accidentally, you have already translated the documents once, so you can still
remember some of the content. If you start translating again, it should be very fast. Do you think I am easy to fool?”
Bentley pursed his lips as his ears turned red.
He was not good at lying, and he could not even explain a word.
Breenda’s face was very gloomy, and she did not intend to let Bentley off. “On the first day of work, you already play tricks under
my nose. Do you think that I don’t dare to hit someone like you, Mr. McGraw?”
Bentley clenched his fists as he swallowed. “In this office, you are the CEO, and I am your assistant. You can punish me for my
mistakes.”
Breenda stared at him, a little startled.
It was the first time she had seen Bentley, who had always appeared cold and aloof, looking so
humble.
It really made Breenda feel like role–playing.
“If that’s the case, then I would be more than happy to fulfill your childhood memories.”
Breenda turned around and walked back to her desk, taking out a thin and smooth sandalwood ruler

from the drawer.
She once used the ruler to punish the cousin who was
stuffed into the company for an internship. After that, it had been kept in the drawer for a long time.
To use it to hit the most privileged kid in Salt Lake City, Breenda actually felt a little guilty.
But on second thought, as the boss, Breenda didn’t think it was a big deal to teach her assistant a
lesson.
Moreover, she knew how to keep it in an appropriate range.
Breenda braced herself up and walked steadily towards Bentley.
Bentley looked at her, feeling guilty. He had been obedient since he was a child and never caused trouble. He had never been hit
by something like a ruler and did not know how it felt.
When Bentley’s Adam’s apple moved uneasily again, Breenda had already walked up to his feet and solemnly ordered, “Mr. McG
raw, please extend your left hand.”
Bentley was sitting, looking up at Breenda, and reaching his hand over.
“Show me the palm.”
Knowing that Bentley had never been beaten, Breenda patiently told him what to do.
Bentley did as she said.
The moment he opened his palm, Breenda smacked the ruler on Bentley’s hand, causing burning
pain.
Bentley frowned in pain and pursed his lips. He resisted the urge to withdraw his hand and remained motionless.
Breenda observed Bentley’s expression as she waved the ruler and did not go easy on him.
She only hit ten times before she withdrew the ruler and asked in a deep voice, “How do you like

it?”
Bentley lowered his eyes and looked at his palm which was covered in red marks. “It hurts.”
Breenda suppressed her laughter. “I am honored to be the first person to hit you with a ruler.”
Noticing that Breenda’s tone was light, Bentley felt it was worth it.
He looked up and said seriously, “In fact, there are many firsts, such as the first kiss, the first time being an assistant, and the firs
t time apologizing. And there will be more.”
Breenda was moved slightly and felt his words sweet.
Remembering that Bentley was punished because he had done something wrong, Breenda quickly said seriously, “If you are not
afraid
of pain, continue to play tricks. In the next seven days, I will gradually increase the number of daily tasks. Mr. McGraw, you must
be prepared for this.”
“Alright.”
Breenda frowned. “What?”
“Yes, Ms. Callis.”
Only then did Breenda let go. She walked back to her desk, put the ruler back into the drawer, picked up her packed bag, and pre
After taking two steps toward the door, Breenda turned back and said, “When you finish the
remaining two documents, you can get off work.”
“Breenda,” Bentley said in a low voice, “can you wait for me and give me a ride back to the Callis‘?”
Breenda raised her eyebrows. “You want the boss to be your driver on your first day? You do think highly of yourself.”
“That’s not what I mean. I don’t have a phone. I don’t know the way back home. And I don’t have money to take a taxi.”
Breenda asked, “Didn’t you have money left when you paid for lunch?”

Bentley told the truth. “There is only so much change in my wallet. I spent all of it at the restaurant. I don’t have any money now.”
Breenda was at a loss for words.
She looked at Bentley from afar for a while, neither agreeing nor declining.
Bentley lowered his head and looked at his slightly swollen palm. No one knew what he was
thinking.
Breenda followed Bentley’s gaze and looked at his palm. She was a little touched.
She pretended to walk casually to the sofa and sat down, arranging a set of exquisite drinkware.
“It’s still early. I’m not in a hurry to go home. I should practice making freshly ground coffee for half an hour before leaving.”
Bentley understood and immediately turned his attention back to the computer. Ignoring the pain in his left hand, he skillfully typed
working state.
Breenda was concentrating on making coffee on the sofa. Every movement she made was calm and elegant. The aroma of coffee
She patiently ground the coffee beans.
Half an hour later, Bentley just finished translating the two documents. He packed up all the
documents and sent them to Breenda’s account.
After a long, hard day, Bentley heaved a sigh of relief and turned off the computer.
Breenda had just finished boiling the coffee and poured two cups.
Bentley walked to her side in a well–behaved manner, waiting for her to finish.
“No hurry, Mr. McGraw. Why don’t you taste this for me?” Breenda asked gently.