CHAPTER 79 A DYING WOMAN’S WISH

The CEO

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Zach swayed around in his swivel chair, chair, having a conversation with his mother. Mother. From his smile, smile, II could tell it was a nice conversation that made me feel like mothers were actually better.

I suddenly disagreed when Lucy’s mother came to mind. . making me pity Lucy, Lucy, who was putting putting up with, her, but it wasn’t deep since I knew what she wanted and what her mother wanted weren’t far apart.

"Alright, talk to you later," Zach said. He dropped his phone on his cluttered desk, the screen dimming as it landed atop a stack of paperwork. Zach leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples.

He turned to face me, his brow furrowed. "Why do you think your father said no?" he asked.

I rubbed my chin, my fingers tapping lightly against his desk. “Maybe it's because Zeetech hasn’t gotten enough recognition," I said as I sat up, leaning forward. "My father is a kleptomaniac for power. Maybe it’s not just about profits."

I had pondered for two days straigh