After the countless repetitions of sit-ups, Zayn's entire back had turned red and sweaty. Nonetheless, he showed no signs of stopping.
"Didn't you already succeed? Why are you still training?" Derila yawned and rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"The corporate war is a battle of stamina. Collapsing after a short while means that I'm admitting defeat. Even if I'm confined to a wheelchair, I need to maintain an elegant sitting posture, " Zayn replied while gritting his teeth.
Zayn's steely determination left Derila impressed. "You remind me of my husband."
"Huh?" A look of surprise flitted across Zayn's face. "Daemon? How are we similar?"
"In the past, he suffered a grave injury to his leg. As a result, he nearly lost his ability to stand. Yet, he refused to give up and trained endlessly to regain his mobility. Earlier, you sounded just like him…" Derila lamented softly.
"Do you miss him?" Zayn chuckled.
"Have you lost your mind? I don't!" Derila's face turned bright red. "Stop spouting nonsense, or I'll beat you up!"
The corners of Zayn's mouth twitched, but he remained silent.
Derila glared at him as she moved to prepare breakfast. "It's still early; you can sleep for a bit more. Remember to take your medication after breakfast, all right?"
"It's getting late." Zayn glanced at the owl-shaped clock hung on the wall. "I still need two hours to get myself cleaned up."
"Cleaned up?" Derila echoed in confusion.
"I can't exactly go to work like this, right?" Zayn gestured at himself as he spoke.
His beard and hair were disheveled. Furthermore, dirt coated his entire body from head to toe. Overall, Zayn resembled a beggar rather than a businessman.
"What are you going to do? You want me to buy some clothes for you?" The coldness in Derila's voice revealed how displease she was.
"Let's head to Southridge at twelve."
"Okay."
All of a sudden, their conversation was interrupted by Zayn's phone. Upon noticing that Naya had called him, he quickly took the call. "Hello?"
"Mr. Giblo, everything has been arranged according to plan. Should I head over to pick you up?" Naya asked.
"There's no need for that. We will head there ourselves. Make sure to keep our arrival a secret."
"Does this include Ms. Lierger's arrival as well?"
"Yes, " Zayn confirmed.
"Okay, I got it."
After the call, Zayn returned to his exercises. Burning with curiosity, Derila asked, "Why aren't you contacting your wife? Aren't you afraid that she might get worried?"
"I'm planning to surprise her, " Zayn replied in a serious tone.
His reply earned him a scoff from Derila. "You men are so melodramatic."
Zayn merely ignored Derila as he continued to keep an eye on the clock. Since it's already nine, Nella and Boris must already be at the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Just as he'd expected, Carla received a news link from Mosa. While masquerading as Zayn, Boris officiated his marriage with Nella at the Civil Affairs Bureau and publicized it to the media.
In the picture, Nella looked stunning. Her exquisite makeup made her appear much more graceful and highlighted her brilliant smile. On the other hand, it was the first time anyone saw Boris with a hat perched on his head. Nonetheless, he still appeared incredibly dashing.
The picture-perfect couple even kissed, painting a loving image of their marriage to the public.
Despite knowing that the man was Boris, the picture still made Carla feel uneasy. Quickly, she exited the link and closed the image.
A short moment later, Mosa sent her another link regarding the company's shares. Apparently, the Gold family has been pushing for Rodney to hasten the share exchange process. It meant that Carla and Newton's respective shares would be presented to the board of directors this afternoon.
A crease formed between Carla's brows. If I fail to find a countermeasure by three this afternoon, Giblo Group will fall under Newton's ownership.
All of a sudden, a large truck hurtled toward their car.
Hastily, Jewel yanked the steering wheel aside to swerve clear of the truck. However, the truck responded suit and continued to accelerate toward them.
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