Chapter 569 No Father, Only the Child
Dylan had been completely focused on Zachary earlier, but now he noticed the person pushing the wheelchair behind him—his arch-nemesis, Richard.
It was like a scene straight out of a soap opera, where the queen and the favored concubine clash.
Seeing Zachary's leg in a cast, Dylan felt like kicking himself. Why hadn't he visited Zachary in the hospital a few days ago, even if just for show? Now, it was too late to fix things. With the path ahead blocked, he had to find another way.
Dylan grabbed the wheelchair handles and shoved Richard aside, launching into a dramatic performance. "Mr. Bailey, you're finally back! I've been so worried about you, I couldn't eat or sleep, and I've lost so much weight stressing over whether you were eating well and staying warm."
Zachary frowned and mercilessly exposed him. "Did you break the scale in the break room?"
Dylan hadn't bothered to check his weight while spouting nonsense. Without Zachary's oversight, Dylan had clearly gained weight. If Zachary had been gone for a year or two, Dylan would be as fat as Garfield.
Dylan's face stiffened. "What?"
Realizing what Zachary meant, he instinctively touched his stomach. Thankfully, his abs were still there, though the lines were less defined, but at least he wasn't bulging.
Seeing Dylan touch his abs, Zachary's face darkened, and he also touched his own stomach, feeling it was a bit soft.
At this rate, he might lose his six-pack, let alone an eight-pack.
Zachary's voice turned cold. "Let go."
Dylan was speechless.
He had no idea why Zachary was suddenly angry.
It wasn't until he saw the wheelchair moving forward on its own that Dylan realized he had been narrow-minded. Modern wheelchairs could be remote-controlled; Zachary wasn't angry, he just didn't need manual assistance.
Dylan let out a long sigh of relief, glad he hadn't angered Zachary with his words.
Richard stepped forward, and as he passed Dylan, he glanced at where Dylan's hand had been and asked with a smirk, "How do those abs feel?"
Facing Richard's smile, Dylan took a step back defensively.
Why did this guy talk so ambiguously? Could he have ulterior motives?
Richard said, "Mr. Bailey has been injured and can't work out. He hates it when people show off their abs in front of him."
Dylan was speechless.
Look at that, as soon as the king left, the concubine started flaunting. Watching Dylan repeatedly step into Zachary's danger zone without a warning, Richard's intentions were clear—he wanted to dethrone Dylan and take his place.
Dylan swore that from now on, he and Richard would be mortal enemies. Wherever Dylan was, there would be no place for the troublemaker Richard.
After Zachary's status was restored, he returned to work at the Bailey Group. The Ramsey Group had officially declared bankruptcy. The police managed to recover some of the embezzled funds due to the immense pressure from the public, though a significant portion was still missing. The police promised to continue their efforts, which greatly reassured the defrauded victims.
Among the many employees of the Ramsey Group, only Richard joined the Bailey Group, holding the same position as Dylan—Zachary's assistant.
During this time, everyone at the Bailey Group knew that the two assistants were engaged in a fierce, covert battle.
Once Zachary was able to walk again, Lydia suggested hosting a grand party to announce his return and thank those who had helped during his absence. Zachary refused, opting instead to invite close friends who had supported him. Their efforts had helped stabilize the Bailey Group quickly.
Especially Samuel, Anthony, and...
Zachary pursed his lips, reluctantly writing a name on the invitation. Matthew.
Taking advantage of the rare opportunity to gather, Winona invited Rebecca as well.
The venue was Regal Oaks.
With a small group of close friends, they decided to have a barbecue in the garden, hiring a professional grill master but also allowing guests to cook themselves.
Winona, unfamiliar with Zachary's friends and lacking common topics, sat by the grill with Rebecca, drinking and grilling meat. The fat dripped onto the coals, sizzling.
Winona nudged Rebecca with her elbow. "How are things with Mr. Lewis?"
"I've been swamped with a huge project lately, barely have time to wash my face in the morning, let alone think about that stuff," Rebecca said, laughing like a fox at the thought of the money deposited in her account. With that much money, she could have any man she wanted. She could switch to the highest tier at the Night Club and have a different man every day for months. Why invest in just one?
Most importantly, Anthony seemed very dominant. If they were together, he definitely wouldn't let her ogle other men's abs. It just wasn't worth it.
Rebecca put on a nonchalant face and sighed. "Love is for those who want to lower their IQ..."
Rebecca was about to say "love-struck fools," but a shadow suddenly fell over her. Zachary had come to bring food to Winona. Seeing Winona's lovestruck expression, Rebecca swallowed the words.
It's fine to insult others, but she held back for her best friend. After all, only people with similar personalities become friends. Insulting Winona was like insulting herself.
Being love-struck wasn't so bad. If Zachary mistreated her, Rebecca would find her another love-struck partner. Two love-struck people together would be happy, right?
Winona placed the skewers Zachary brought on the table and handed Rebecca a piece of her favorite pork belly. "Why did you stop talking?"
Rebecca forced a smile and said stiffly, "Leave love to those who are passionate about it. Let them contribute to humanity's future, having three kids at a time, two kids every three years, and eventually a whole soccer team."
Winona gave Rebecca a fake smile as she ate a piece of pork belly. "I was just asking about your love life with Mr. Lewis. Why does it feel like you're cursing me?"
Rebecca leaned closer. "When are you guys planning to remarry? Maybe you could have an extra kid for me to raise, so my mom stops nagging me. But Zachary is so stingy, he probably wouldn't let me have the kid. How about I be the godmother and take care of the kid on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, while you guys have them on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays?"
After all, they were the biological parents, they deserved some benefits.
Winona laughed at Rebecca's absurdity. "Your mom wants a child related to you, not just any kid. How about..."
Winona looked at Anthony, who had appeared behind Rebecca. "No father, just the child?"
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