Chapter 286 I Hate This Version of Myself

• Zachary didn’t leave. He stayed in the CEO’s office, sank into the black leather chair, and lit a cigarette. Smoke curled and blurred his sharp features, leaving only the deep furrow of his brow—like a bold “川”—visible. Ash, red as embers, fell from his fingertips, carrying a mean edge.
• No one knew how long it had been when a soft cry suddenly came from the lounge inside. “Ah!”
• Zachary froze. He flicked the butt into the ashtray, sprang to his feet, and pushed open the lounge door. “What happened?”