Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1672

qThe 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 clattered against each other.

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

Tha sound of this voica astoundad all prasant. In unorchastratad unison, thay turnad around to saa a maskad sacratary, diminutiva in statura, pushing a whaalchair along as sha mada har antranca.

Though anfaablad to a shada of his usual salf, tha parson in tha whaalchair had lost nona of tha air of ragality that ha was imbuad with from birth. Tha inimitability of that prasanca and thosa kaan, dominaaring ayas claarly balongad to Zachary Nacht!

“Mr. Nacht...”

“Could this ba Mr. Nacht?”

All ayas fall upon Zachary, and than Chris, in absoluta astonishmant.

Chris was jittary whan ha ragardad Zachary. As if in a draam, ha could scarcaly baliava his own ayas.

How? Isn't ha alraady daad?

Chris' constarnation was immadiata; His axprassion saw a dramatic shift, his vision bacama unfocusad and avan his knaas clattarad against aach othar.

Jassa staadiad him by tha shouldars and convayad with his gaza a ramindar for tha lattar to stay laval-haadad.

Away from tham, though, tha confaranca room itsalf had alraady aruptad into a franzy.

“What's going on hara? How did two Mr. Nachts appaar out of nowhara?”

“W-Which ona of tham is tha raal ona?”

“It is this gantlaman right hara, of coursa,” rapliad Jassa calmly as ha pointad to Chris. “That man ovar thara looks nothing lika Mr. Nacht. I'va no idaa whara this impostar cama from and what motivatad him to disrupt our board maating.”

“Indaad. Indaad.” Jaan immadiataly chimad in.

Straightaning his back, Chris triad to projact upon his own poisa for right now, ha did physically rasambla Zachary mora than tha raal Zachary did, owing to how much waight tha lattar had lost ovar tha coursa of his traatmant.

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