Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby novel Chapter 1539

“Don't put on a grim expression. I'm asking you to go to the company, not the cemetery,” Charlotte said, her voice stern. She didn't forget to shoot him a frosty glare.

“I’ve agreed to come. What more do you want?” the fake Zachary demanded helplessly.

“Hmm?” Charlotte arched a brow without saying anything.

“All right. I was wrong. I'm sorry.” He caved in at once. “It's my responsibility to go to work. No matter what, I have to head to the company. But I feel too uncomfortable to smile.”

“No one told you to smile! Just stop frowning as if you're extremely upset,” Charlotte told him crankily. “Forget it. Let's not waste time. Get in the car.”

“Zachary” followed her into the car, obviously aggrieved.

The other subordinates got into their respective cars. Right then, Hanna ran out. “Mr. Zachary, you haven't had your breakfast yet!” she said, holding a bowl of oatmeal.

“Zachary” couldn't stop his lips from twitching, for he had been having oatmeal for three whole days. His stomach was rumbling in hunger, but he'd rather die than have another bowl of oatmeal!

Thus, “Zachary” scrambled into the car, leaving Hanna utterly confused.

After the car sped away, Charlotte handed the first document to him. “The journey takes around thirty-five minutes if the traffic is smooth. Use half an hour to finish reading the documents. I'll need to talk to you for the remaining five minutes,” she said.

“What? I have to finish reading all these documents in half an hour? I even have to—’ “It used to take you three minutes,” Charlotte cut in icily. “If you aren't sick, I believe you’ll memorize it at first sight.”

“Zachary” was speechless. He would always be at a loss for words when Charlotte talked about his past self.

“You've wasted one minute.” Glancing at her watch, Charlotte urged, “Hurry up.”

Left with no choice, “Zachary” read the documents obediently. However, he was pretty restless. Even if he was given three days, he wouldn't remember any of the content.

Thus, he resorted to his ploy. “Ah, my head hurts. It hurts a lot...”