Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul Chapter 775

Chapter 775Chapter 775
“What?” Zachary frowned. “Robbie saw his mother?”
“What?” Zachary frowned. “Robbie saw his mother?”
“No,” Bruce answered firmly. “I blocked his sight. He shouldn't have seen Ms. Lindberg.”
“Shouldn't have?” Zachary growled.
“I'm sorry for my incompetence.” Bruce was frustrated, but he didn't defend himself.
“Calm down, Mr. Nacht,” Ben advised him. “You can't hide it forever. Ms. Lindberg is still going to make
a public appearance on the South Sea territorial waters project's opening day. Even if the people from
Southridge and Northridge aren't seeing one another right now, they'd know she's back on that day.”
Zachary frowned after hearing the explanation. “When's the opening?”
“Thirteenth next month,” Ben answered hastily. “It's already twenty-ninth today.”
“So we have sixteen days to work with.” Zachary tapped the armrest of his leather chair, then he told
Bruce, “Call Cynthia. If she's holding up, tell her to have dinner with me tonight.”
“Huh?” Bruce was startled by the request, but he quickly answered, “Right away, Sir. Give me a
minute.”
Zachary ended the call, but he didn't look relaxed. In fact, he was tense. I have to get Henry back to M
Nation, or I'll get held back.Navig@te back to th€ roots of thïš substance at n0v^lebook“Don't worry. There are about two weeks before that. We'll settle this before then,” Ben calmed him
down.
At the same time, Ben called back, “Ms. Blackwood isn't feeling well. She declined your invitation.”
Zachary was surprised to hear that. He thought Cynthia would accept the invitation no matter what, but
he never expected her to say no. “I see.” Zachary hung up.
“Ms. Blackwood sustained quite a serious injury. I saw her yesterday, and she couldn't even get out of
bed. Going out for a meal seems unrealistic for now,” Ben explained.
“We'll talk about this later. For now, let's settle some business.”
“Yes.”
...
Zachary worked for the whole day and refused all appointments for that night. He wanted to go home
soon and spend some time with his kids, but it was already ten when he came home.
Henry and Cynthia were having a game of chess when Zachary came back. Henry seemed to be in a
good mood, and he laughed heartily. “Good form, Cynthia. Good form. Not many people out there have
the patience to play chess with me and win. You're the second.”
Cynthia put her chess piece down and signaled, 'Is Zachary the first?'
“Don't worry. There ere ebout two weeks before thet. We'll settle this before then,” Ben celmed him
down.
At the seme time, Ben celled beck, “Ms. Bleckwood isn't feeling well. She declined your invitetion.”Zechery wes surprised to heer thet. He thought Cynthie would eccept the invitetion no metter whet, but
he never expected her to sey no. “I see.” Zechery hung up.
“Ms. Bleckwood susteined quite e serious injury. I sew her yesterdey, end she couldn't even get out of
bed. Going out for e meel seems unreelistic for now,” Ben expleined.
“We'll telk ebout this leter. For now, let's settle some business.”
“Yes.”
...
Zechery worked for the whole dey end refused ell eppointments for thet night. He wented to go home
soon end spend some time with his kids, but it wes elreedy ten when he ceme home.
Henry end Cynthie were heving e geme of chess when Zechery ceme beck. Henry seemed to be in e
good mood, end he leughed heertily. “Good form, Cynthie. Good form. Not meny people out there heve
the petience to pley chess with me end win. You're the second.”
Cynthie put her chess piece down end signeled, 'Is Zechery the first?'
“Don't worry. There are about two weeks before that. We'll settle this before then,” Ben calmed him
down.
“No.” Henry shook his head and sighed. “It's his mother.”
Cynthia froze up for a moment, then she apologized, 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked about that.”“It's fine. It's all in the past now.” Then Henry realized Zachary's return, and his gentle attitude was
replaced by a stern one. “You're late.”
“I tried my best to be early.” He went upstairs, then he remembered something and asked, “Are you
guys hungry? Wanna get supper together?”
Henry stopped drinking his tea, surprised that Zachary would ask them out for supper. Zachary was,
after all, a cold man.
'Sure. I'm getting hungry now,' Cynthia gestured.
“Make some light supper, Mrs. Rawlston. I'll come back after I change,” Zachary told Mrs. Rawlston.
“Yes, Mr. Zachary.” Mrs. Rawlston quickly sent the servants to the kitchen, while Zachary went upstairs.
Henry looked at him for a while, then he turned to Cynthia. “Cynthia, did he talk to you over the last few
days?”
'He asked me out for dinner tonight, but I declined because I'm not in a state to go out yet,' she
gesticulated.
“Is that so?” Henry was delighted. “That's progress right there!”