Meanwhile, inside the mansion, Zoren sat in a wing chair as his men tossed Nathaniel in front of him. He squinted, trying to make a proper assessment of the man before him. His blurry vision was making it hard for him to do so, though.
’He looks more ragged than I imagined,’ Zoren thought as a pungent scent assaulted his nostrils. He knew it was coming from Nathaniel. Just the scent was enough for Zoren to want to stay in his room just to cleanse himself with Penny’s scent.
"Sir," a well-groomed man approached Zoren from the side, bowing his head respectfully. "It’s nice to see you again, sir."
Zoren glanced up at the man. "Mark."
When Mark raised his head again, a deep scar on his cheek became visible. His expression remained stern, his eyes sharp. At a glance, anyone could tell he was a capable man, smart, and not to be messed with.
"Sir, can you see me?" Mark asked bluntly, wasting no time in getting answers from him. "I heard from Benjamin that you’ve been having eye problems. Was it true?"
"It is," Zoren answered, shifting his gaze away from Mark.
Mark’s jaw tightened at the confirmation. Initially, he didn’t want to believe what Benjamin had told him, thinking it was just an excuse to urge him to return. Benjamin was quite the liar and manipulative, after all.
Who would have thought it was true?
"Have you had them checked, sir?" Mark asked again, maintaining his stern tone with a tinge of worry. "Or should I arrange for you to see a specialist?"
"No need," Zoren waved dismissively. "I’m alright."
"Sir, people will soon find out about your condition. It’s not going to be to your advantage if they find out about it."
"I’ll get better," Zoren smiled reassuringly. "I have to... for my wife. Don’t worry."
Mark’s expression darkened, knowing about the surprised and mysterious marriage his boss had been tangled with. From what he’d heard, Zoren’s name had ended up on a stranger’s marriage certificate.
And that stranger... was apparently someone Mark knew.
Zoren’s wife also owned a security firm. This alone set off alarm bells in Mark’s head. Despite pulling back from the mission they had been working on — the reason they had left Zoren’s side — he was grateful to be back now.
"What is it?" Zoren asked, sensing the unspoken tension in the air. "Mark, you don’t need to worry about my marriage. The only reason I want to know the story behind it is pure curiosity."
Mark’s eyes narrowed. "Sir, it’s not that I doubt Miss Bennet, nor do I believe she’s involved in this mysterious marriage. But she’s sharp. I can’t shake the feeling that all of this is too much of a coincidence."
"It’s fate," Zoren quipped. "Mark, do you know Penny? You sound like you know her."
"Yes." Mark blinked slowly, still keeping his head slightly lowered. "She was a schoolmate."
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