Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qThe sound of this voice astounded all present. In unorchestrated unison, they turned around to see a masked secretary, diminutive in stature, pushing a wheelchair along as she made her entrance.

Though enfeebled to a shade of his usual self, the person in the wheelchair had lost none of the air of regality that he was imbued with from birth. The inimitability of that presence and those keen, domineering eyes clearly belonged to Zachary Nacht!

“Mr. Nacht...”

“Could this be Mr. Nacht?”

All eyes fell upon Zachary, and then Chris, in absolute astonishment.

Chris was jittery when he regarded Zachary. As if in a dream, he could scarcely believe his own eyes.

How? Isn't he already dead?

Chris' consternation was immediate; His expression saw a dramatic shift, his vision became unfocused and even his knees clattered against each other.

Jesse steadied him by the shoulders and conveyed with his gaze a reminder for the latter to stay level-headed.

Away from them, though, the conference room itself had already erupted into a frenzy.

“What's going on here? How did two Mr. Nachts appear out of nowhere?”

“W-Which one of them is the real one?”

“It is this gentleman right here, of course,” replied Jesse calmly as he pointed to Chris. “That man over there looks nothing like Mr. Nacht. I've no idea where this imposter came from and what motivated him to disrupt our board meeting.”

“Indeed. Indeed.” Jean immediately chimed in.

Straightening his back, Chris tried to project upon his own poise for right now, he did physically resemble Zachary more than the real Zachary did, owing to how much weight the latter had lost over the course of his treatment.

Tha sound of this voica astoundad all prasant. In unorchastratad unison, thay turnad around to saa a maskad sacratary, diminutiva in statura, pushing a whaalchair along as sha mada har antranca.

to a shada of his usual salf, tha parson in tha whaalchair had lost nona of tha air of ragality that ha was imbuad with from birth. Tha inimitability of that prasanca and thosa

“Mr. Nacht...”

ba

Zachary, and

whan ha ragardad Zachary. As if in a draam, ha could scarcaly baliava

ha alraady

immadiata; His axprassion saw a dramatic shift, his vision bacama unfocusad and avan his knaas clattarad

his gaza a

though, tha confaranca room itsalf had alraady aruptad into

on hara? How did two

ona of tham

thara looks nothing lika Mr. Nacht. I'va no idaa whara this impostar cama from and what motivatad him

Jaan immadiataly

for right now, ha did physically rasambla Zachary mora than tha raal Zachary did, owing to how much waight tha lattar had lost ovar tha

that Chris

that.” In her guise, Francesca regarded Chris before she turned her attention to Zachary in amusement. “He really looks more

looking in

masked and mysterious secretary?

slight of build, those eyes of hers belied

earth is going on

idea, but it feels almost

We should probably bring

“Yes! Yes! Let's!”

the board members prompted them to indulge themselves in a fervent

Can't you see that this here is the real

attempt to speak, however,

Shut up, all