qAfter the countless repetitions of sit-ups, Zachary'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?” Francesca 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,” Zachary replied while gritting his teeth.

Zachary's steely determination left Francesca impressed. “You remind me of my husband.”

“Huh?” A look of surprise flitted across Zachary's face. “Danrique? 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...” Francesca lamented softly.

“Do you miss him?” Zachary chuckled.

“Have you lost your mind? I don't!” Francesca's face turned bright red. “Stop spouting nonsense, or I'll beat you up!”

The corners of Zachary's mouth twitched, but he remained silent.

Francesca 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.” Zachary glanced at the owl-shaped clock hung on the wall. “I still need two hours to get myself cleaned up.”

“Cleaned up?” Francesca echoed in confusion.

“I can't exactly go to work like this, right?” Zachary gestured at himself as he spoke.

His beard and hair were disheveled. Furthermore, dirt coated his entire body from head to toe. Overall, Zachary resembled a beggar rather than a businessman.

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“Okay.”

sudden, their conversation was interrupted by Zachary's phone. Upon noticing that Raina had called him, he quickly took the call.

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“Okay, I got it.”

asked, “Why aren't you contacting your wife?

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