As dawn approached, the sun had yet to fully rise, casting a gentle glow across the sky. Despite the early hour, Zane was already awake, his routine starting earlier than most. He decided to indulge in a soothing bath, letting the warm water envelop his body. As he submerged himself completely in the bathtub, he could feel the tension melting away, his muscles gaining a newfound sense of strength and relaxation. Zane reveled in this moment of peace, noticing that he could now stay submerged in the water for a longer period than usual. "It seems like I can last longer in the water than usual. Could this also be due to the influence of my cultivation level?" he muttered to himself.Suddenly, his tranquility was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming to a halt outside his apartment door. Startled, Zane emerged from the water, quickly washing his face and wiping away the droplets that clung to his skin. "Cecilia?" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. He li

Zane stood upright and composed, showing no signs of fatigue or even being out of breath. Although he had exercised by running around the park several times and sprinting at high speed, he only took one deep breath, feeling a sense of relief as he finally subdued the thief. He rubbed his hands together as if cleaning them, then walked over to the thief and picked up the bag belonging to the woman who had been robbed. Zane glanced at the thief, using his cultivation strength to assess him. "Thank goodness, he's still alive," he murmured to himself. Zane had no intention of causing serious injury; he only wanted to knock the thief out to make it easier for the authorities to handle. Through his observation, Zane confirmed that the man was merely unconscious from the kick he had delivered. With the situation under control, Zane reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out his phone. He dialed the police to report the incident and ensure the thief would be taken care of pro

Upon arriving at the apartment, Zane hurried to take a shower.Once he was refreshed, he joined Cecilia and Alfred at the dining table, they all sat down to enjoy their meal together.“Thank you, Cecilia. Your food always tastes so delicious,” Zane complimented her with a warm smile.Cecilia chuckled softly, clearly pleased by the praise. “Really, boss? I could cook for you every day.”Zane laughed and shook his head. “No, Cecil, that’s not what I meant,” he clarified, wanting to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Cecil, have you and Celine finished the car design?”With a confident nod, Cecilia replied, “Of course, boss. I’ve also mastered every detail about the car.”“That’s great to hear,” Zane responded, his tone serious but encouraging. “Today, I’m holding a meeting with the production team, and I’d like you to join my team, Cecil. What do you think?”Cecilia looked thoughtful for a moment before asking, “Hm, is that really okay, boss?”“Of course, there’s nothing

Zane and the other meeting participants listened attentively as Cecilia began her presentation. Some participants, who were skeptical and critical, prepared themselves to find flaws and shortcomings in Cecilia's arguments."FalconX..." Cecilia started her presentation calmly and confidently. "FalconX is a highly advanced flying car designed to revolutionize human transportation. With cutting-edge technology and a futuristic design, FalconX offers a driving experience like no other."Cecilia then proceeded to explain the various features of the FalconX flying car in great detail. She elaborated on the propulsion system, which uses advanced technology to ensure smooth and efficient flight. She described the sleek exterior design that not only looked stunning but also contributed to the vehicle's aerodynamics. The interior was equally impressive, boasting luxurious materials and state-of-the-art controls that provided both comfort and ease of use. She continued by discussing the fli

Maretti and Harris remained seated in their chairs, facing each other across the round table that separated them. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows on their faces. Maretti reached for the slender, tall wine glass in front of her, her movements graceful and deliberate. With an elegant touch, she sipped from the edge of the glass, savoring the taste of the wine. The rich aroma filled her senses, adding to the moment's intensity.After a brief pause, she placed the glass back on the table with a gentle motion. Her eyes, sharp and confident, met Harris's as she spoke with unwavering certainty, "Zane Gardner, I'm sure he'll fall right into my trap without a hitch."Harris leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, of course. I'm certain that foolish man will be easily lured by your beauty," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.Maretti's expression shifted to one of disdain. "Shut up, Harris. I feel disgusted hearing those words come out of your mout