Chapter 933

Elliot looked up coldly, tossing a task list from the desk toward Romello. Romello remained unmoved as the paper booklet lightly landed on his stomach before sliding to the floor. "Take a look first," Elliot instructed sternly. Puzzled, Romello bent down to pick up the task list and carefully flipped through it. "These are records of my missions over the past three months. What's the matter, Mr. Jenkins?" Elliot set his cigarette down on the desk and criticized seriously, "Your attendance for the past month has clearly been half of what it was in the previous two months. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?" Romello knew Elliot was purposely picking fights, so he had to swallow his pride and explain, "It's because Phoebe fell ill, and I spent a lot of time at home with her." "Excuses!" Elliot scolded, picked up the ashtray from the desk, and hurled it toward Romello's forehead. In a split second, Romello instinctively leaned away, narrowly avoiding the ashtray grazing