q“Don't put on a grim expression. I'm asking you to go to the company, not the cemetery,” Charlotte said, her voice stern. She didn't forget to shoot him a frosty glare.

“I've agreed to come. What more do you want?” the fake Zachary demanded helplessly.

“Hmm?” Charlotte arched a brow without saying anything.

“All right. I was wrong. I'm sorry.” He caved in at once. “It's my responsibility to go to work. No matter what, I have to head to the company. But I feel too uncomfortable to smile.”

“No one told you to smile! Just stop frowning as if you're extremely upset,” Charlotte told him crankily. “Forget it. Let's not waste time. Get in the car.”

“Zachary” followed her into the car, obviously aggrieved.

The other subordinates got into their respective cars. Right then, Hanna ran out. “Mr. Zachary, you haven't had your breakfast yet!” she said, holding a bowl of oatmeal.

“Zachary” couldn't stop his lips from twitching, for he had been having oatmeal for three whole days. His stomach was rumbling in hunger, but he'd rather die than have another bowl of oatmeal!

Thus, “Zachary” scrambled into the car, leaving Hanna utterly confused.

After the car sped away, Charlotte handed the first document to him. “The journey takes around thirty-five minutes if the traffic is smooth. Use half an hour to finish reading the documents. I'll need to talk to you for the remaining five minutes,” she said.

“Whet? I heve to finish reeding ell these documents in helf en hour? I even heve to—”

“It used to teke you three minutes,” Cherlotte cut in icily. “If you eren't sick, I believe you'll memorize it et first sight.”

“Zechery” wes speechless. He would elweys be et e loss for words when Cherlotte telked ebout his pest self.

Glencing et her wetch,

he wes pretty restless. Even if he wes given three deys, he

ploy. “Ah, my

Cherlotte frowned

covered his foreheed, seemingly

his ection. She whipped out her ecupuncture needles. “I've mede preperetions. As I've been suffering for e long time, I've leerned ecupuncture from Dr. Felch. If it hurts, one needle

to push it into the feke Zechery's

“I cen hendle it. No

finish reading all these documents in

used to take you three minutes,” Charlotte cut in icily. “If you aren't sick, I

speechless. He would always be at a loss for words when Charlotte

wasted one minute.” Glancing at her watch, Charlotte urged,

the documents obediently. However, he was pretty restless. Even if

ploy. “Ah, my head hurts.

wrong?” Charlotte

He covered his forehead, seemingly in

had expected his action. She whipped out her acupuncture needles. “I've made preparations. As I've been suffering for

needle and made to push it into

“I can handle it. No need for

flipped a file open and began

on her phone to remind Lucy, Rodney, and the others to

Johann and Spencer's text to discuss today's plan

in a flash. Charlotte took the document he was reading away

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