NovelOnlineBernard was at Skyscraper, handling Astral Nova's matters. He wore a ghost mask while seated at the office.
He slammed the documents on the table. "How could you make mistakes for such trivial matters? Did Astral Nova hire you for
fun?"
More than ten managers from various departments stood before the office desk with lowered heads upon being reprimanded. Due
to Vulcan's identity being exposed, the Second Elder made a few moves.
Thus, they were summoned to work overtlast night and had not slept at all. After working the whole day today, they had not
slept for almost two days.
As they were terribly exhausted, it was inevitable that a few minor mistakes had occurred. These mistakes were considered rather
minor, which could be rectified once discovered.
But the managers never expected that Bernard, who had pulled an all-nighter with them, would still be alert and notice these
mistakes.
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The atmosphere was eerily silent as no one dared to say a word. They might even be fired if they said anything wrong.
At that moment, Bernard's phone on the table emitted a Whatnotification. He peered at his phone. It was his personal
number which he had intentionally set for it to notify him with a ringtone. Thus, he immediately reached for it.
Hera said, "Quickly return my nightgown to me!"
Seeing that text remarkably eased Bernard's exhaustion from having worked hard for the past two days. He smiled faintly under
the ghost mask while typing out a response.
Bernard, "Shall | personally deliver it to you now?"
Hera, "Express delivery would do!"
Bernard, "Absolutely not. | won't allow anyone to touch your clothes. If you want your nightgown, I'll send it back to you."
The chat displayed "Hera is typing". After a moment, it stopped. In the end, Bernard received a "Goodbye" sticker. He let out a
chuckle, breaking the eerie atmosphere earlier.
But the other managers did not let their guard down and becmore terrified than ever. Bernard wasn't a man who liked to joke
around. He had a stern demeanor and was known for his ruthless methods.
Once, a waitress accidentally spilled swater on his shirt. The next day, the waitress and her family were never seen again in
the country.
Those who made major errors in their work had their memories forcibly erased, and they ended up in vegetative states.
As the department managers, they probably had harsher punishments awaiting them for making such minor mistakes.
"Redo your work. That's all for today," Bernard remarked.
Those words made the managers exchange glances with one another, thinking they must have heard wrong. Were they only
required to redo their work?
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Samson, standing beside the office desk, saw that no one was leaving and reminded them, "Are you looking for a punishment?"
The managers finally cto their senses and began to leave. Thinking back, they were rather grateful to Hera for texting
Bernard, sparing them from punishment.
Hera tossed and turned for the whole night on the bed, unable to fall asleep. She realized that she had gotten used to Bernard
holding her in his arms while they slept. She suddenly found the bed to be quite empty.
The moment dawn broke, Hera still hadn't slept well but did not force herself to continue sleeping. She got out of bed to wash up
before heading toward the northern wing to prepare smedication.
As she walked out of the courtyard, she heard the sound of the back door being unlocked and stopped in her tracks.
The back door was pushed open from outside, and Bernard walked in. He was startled to see Hera standing in the courtyard.
She wore a white dress and had let her hair loose, making her seem rather otherworldly. However, a slight scowl on her face
suggested that she had not slept well or was still somewhat groggy.
Hera would usually never wake up this early unless something was up.
"Sweetie, you're up so early," Bernard said first, sounding hoarse and tired.
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