The 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 ttered against each other.


    Jesse steadied him by the shoulders and conveyed with his gaze a reminder for thetter 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 thetter had lost over the course of his treatment.


    That presence, however, was something that Chris was not able to replicate!


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


    really looks more like you than you do!”


    That got everyone looking in her direction.


    Who’s this masked and mysterious secretary? They thought.


    Though slight of build, those eyes of hers belied an indomitable haughtiness.


    “What on earth is going on here?”


    “I’ve no idea, but it feels almost surreal.”


    “The inte service is back on. We should probably bring the police in.”


    “Yes! Yes! Let’s!”


    The collective disquietude of the board members prompted them to indulge themselves in a fervent discussion.


    “What’s the matter with you people? Can’t you see that this here is the real Mr. Nacht?”


    Johann’s attempt to speak, however, became lost in the shuffle.


    “What a racket. Shut up, all of you.”


    Chris’ frustrated grunts wentpletely ignored.


    “Quiet!”


    Zachary’s sudden outburst, though, settled the entire room into apelling silence.


    Although their inflections were simr, Zachary’s presence proved to be the difference. Every word he said, every


    movement, and every look he cast, projected its ownmanding character!


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    With that, that sense of amity finally came back to them again.


    “It is Mr. Nacht. It really is him,” cried one of the board members. “Although he looks a little different outwardly,


    that presence is unmistakable.”


    “Yes. I felt that too…”


    The others also looked upon Zachary with exhration as well.


    “Mr. Nacht.” Johann got to his feet and walked over to Zachary’s side. “You’re finally back!”


    The nerve-wracked and muttering Kallum, too, followed suit. “May the heavens watch over me and not let me


    throw my lot in with the wrong people again this time.”


    “I’ve been ill for a while and only recovered consciousness recently.” Zachary cast a nce at Johann before


    turning to instruct Lucy. “Bring me theptop.”


    “Yes. Right away.”


    Lucy had been innd and only just snapped out of it. Then, off she went to fetch theptop.


    “Who are you to give orders around here?” In his best impression of equanimity, Chris growled, “Get out…”


    Before he was even done talking, Zachary had him cowed into silence with a cold stare before he went on to


    subject thetter to an imperious interrogation.


    “What is the first technology ever to be developed by Divine Corporation? How many chips has it developed since?


    What’s the seventy-seventh serial number? How many subsidiaries are there under Nacht Group and how many


    investment projects is it involved in? What was Mr. Henry’s founding ethos? Are you able to answer these?”q