He then returned to his original spot.


    Looking at him with a faint smile, Nathan said seriously, “Let’s test your physical strength.


    Do four hundred push-ups without a break.


    ”


    “Yes, sir.


    ”


    Thanks to rigorous training and a robust physique, the task wasn’t overly challenging for him.


    He promptly executed the push-ups in proper form, under Nathan’s watchful gaze.


    In the quiet office, the only sounds were Mekhi’s asional heavy breaths.


    Nathan interrupted at one hundred push-ups and inquired, “How many have you done?”


    Sweating, Mekhi paused and immediately replied, “One hundred and seven.


    ”


    Nathan smirked and said, “You can talk.


    Why not count aloud while doing the push-ups?”


    “What ?”


    Perplexed, Mekhi looked up at Nathan.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    He didn’t mention that earlier.


    Nathan didn’t utter a word.


    But his stern expression made it clear that he expected a vocal count.


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    Mekhi resumed, audibly stating, “One hundred and eight.


    ”


    Nathan insisted, “You stopped, so start over.


    ”


    Mekhi was at a loss for words.


    As things were going, it promised to be a challenging day for him.


    Suppressing his rage, Mekhi restarted the count from the beginning.


    Nathan, seemingly pleased, watched for a moment before casually turning away.


    He strolled to the table, poured a cup of tea, and leaned against the table, savoring the tea while listening to Mekhi’s panting.


    The office was initially in afortable temperature.


    But Nathan decided to crank up the heat to a toasty thirty degrees.


    He took off his coat.


    Then he rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his attractive arms.


    He even dropped a couple of ice cubes into his tea with a rxed demeanor.


    “Three hundred and forty-five…”


    Meanwhile, Mekhi was drenched in sweat, beads forming on his nose and chin, then dripping onto the floor.