Chapter 96

Although Zachary did resemble Jack, they clearly weren't the same person. Earlier, Natasha had touched Zachary. She could tell he didn't have abs. She wasn't exactly an expert on abs, though, so she wasn't sure if they would still be defined after a full meal, or when the body had relaxed—especially when she traced her fingers over them. "Ms. Bradley, do you mean what you said?" he asked carefully. Zachary had learned his lesson the last time. He wasn't about to speak recklessly again. "Of course I am. I always mean what I say," she replied, raising an eyebrow at him. She still couldn't quite figure out what he was trying to imply. "In that case, collaborate with me. I want you to lead the project," he said. Zachary opened the car door again. Natasha tilted her head, confused. "Get in. Let's go somewhere quiet so we can talk properly." Natasha didn't have many options, so she followed him into the car. About ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of a research faci