Chapter 18

"Don't worry, it's already much better," Natasha smiled as she spoke, but just then, she spotted Zachary walking in through the front door. The sleek silver-gray suit, complemented by a pale blue shirt and matching tie, created a polished and subtly menacing charm. The addition of gold-rimmed glasses only amplified this effect. Natasha remembered clearly—Zachary never needed glasses. The fact that he wore them now was a deliberate choice, not necessity. Steven said, "You're just in time. I've had lunch prepared. Let's eat together." Zachary nodded, accepting the invitation without hesitation. Natasha shifted her gaze away and felt confused. She said, "Shouldn't there still be a pile of work waiting for you at the office, Mr. Foster? You really don't have to—" She didn't even get to finish the sentence before he cut her off. "No need to worry, Ms. Bradley. I can spare the time for lunch. Not every CEO is too busy to eat." Natasha pressed her lips together; her plan to speak wit