Chapter 725 The Old Fox

• Yarwood Capital Hospital, sixth-floor rehab room.
• Weights clanged and machines rattled nonstop. A man with a bare torso and only hospital pants on had turned the place into his private gym. Dumbbells, treadmill, pull-up bar—he ran through them like toys.
• His straight, lean frame was packed with tight, flowing muscle—built for explosive power and clean lines. A web of scars crisscrossed his skin, adding a fierce, masculine edge.