Chapter 909 Special Edition: Wesley's Day Off

At 5:30 am in Mercianna, with the sky still dark, Wesley was already in his athletic gear and jogging through the streets. He had always been consistent in his exercise routine.

Aside from a year following the car accident, when he had to pause his vigorous activities due to health issues, he kept up with his winter sports and summer morning runs.

After he gifted the Denning Residence, where he had lived for over a decade, to Emelie as part of her dowry, he moved into a spacious apartment near Golden Square.

The area was known for its affluence where it boasted excellent facilities, abundant greenery, and a great view. It was perfect for running.

After he completed several laps, he veered into a narrow alley and headed to a nearby restaurant for breakfast. Although it was only 7 am, the few tables that the restaurant had were already occupied.

Wesley had his usual spot and walked straight to it. He signaled the waiter, who nodded politely but did not come over and take his order. This was because he knew Wesley would request his usual dishes.

The restaurant was small with only six tables. It was run by a Cedonian man in his sixties who was both the owner and chef.

He had earned a reputation for his Cedonian cuisine in Faldoria. He had previously worked in Michelin- starred restaurants before opening this modest place. His restaurant only served breakfast, and only to a select group of regulars.

Wesley savored a cup of tea

Though the restaurant was small, it exuded elegance. The mahogany tables and chairs were crafted using traditional joinery. There was a three-dimensional window grill depicting mountains and water, and a courtyard filled with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums.

"...In the early morning, which mirror should I use? To style my hair, which

a line, creating a harmonious atmosphere reminiscent of a traditional

a lotus-shaped mirror, I put the scent of osmanthus in my

quietly hummed the

Cedonian attire. She sat on the stage, playing the guitar

his meal, Wesley returned home, took a shower and changed into a

am, he boarded a car that would take him to the group's headquarters. By 9 am, he was in

left little room for trivial thoughts, and even if such thoughts crossed his mind, they were

he had a lunch meeting with the mayor in an hour to discuss investments for the

money again?' Wesley

secretary smiled wryly. It was indeed the case. Whenever the government needed

his office, where the door

that recognized registered individuals from three feet away and opened if they were on the list. Otherwise, it

documents. 50 minutes later, the secretary reminded him of his lunch appointment. It was only then that he adjusted his

on the agenda for

be coming to report work to you around 3:30 pm. I've

"Okay," Wesley said absent-mindedly.

Mercianna ports, adding a notable achievement to

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