Reborn From Oblivion

As the assistant stepped into Mr. Morris's office, she found him peacefully dozing

in his wheelchair. His tall, lean frame was dressed in a crisp white shirt and sleek black trousers, setting off his fair, almost luminescent skin, like a prince right out of a fairy tale.

It was only when he was sleeping that he removed his glasses. Softly, the assistant called, "Mr. Morris."

Morris slowly opened his mesmerizing eyes-eyes that seemed to add the final touch to an already flawless face, making him seem unmatched in allure.

The assistant was momentarily stunned. This version of Morris bore an uncanny resemblance to the woman in the cherished photo in the CEO's desk drawer, as well as to the CEO's own youthful, aristocratic demeanor.

Morris spoke with a calmness that seemed unhurried, "Is the CEO looking for me?"

The assistant blinked in surprise. "How did you know?"

Morris began to maneuver his wheelchair towards the door.

The assistant quickly caught up, helping to push the wheelchair. "Mr. Morris, what did you do to upset Mick? He's the youngest, brightest executive at Vincent Corporation. Ruffling his feathers could seriously backfire."

Morris replied, "I'm not concerned about him."

The assistant couldn't grasp where Morris drew his confidence from, but there was a reassuring strength in his calm demeanor.

"Mr. Morris, the CEO values loyalty but is a stickler for rules," the assistant cautioned.

Morris offered a soft smile. "I get it."

The assistant was baffled. "Even with my warning, why aren't you worried?" Morris said, "I'll be fine."

"Oh, come on, how can you be so sure the CEO won't hold you responsible? To be honest, Mick accused you of hacking into the company's network. That's a big deal. The CEO might call the cops or kick you out. There's no in-between."

Morris remained completely composed. "Paths are created by those who walk them. There might be another way."

"No way."

Morris just smiled.

The assistant stared at him in disbelief

"You're way too sure yourself. I'm telling you, Mr.

you

can't just breeze throumet

this..."

"What if I can?"

"Then I'll call you a miracle worker. Deal?"

Morris looked at him earnestly. "I don't need that title. Just follow my lead from

now on. How about that?"

The assistant was speechless.

Morris winked. "If I manage to get through this, it shows I've got

skills, Following me won't

undermine your talents. Aet

your talents. Agreed?"

The assistant thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, it's a deal."

Morris gracefully picked up his glasses and slipped them on. "Let's head out."

The assistant pushed Morris's wheelchair into the CEO's office, which was bustling with activity.

At some point, Jackson had shown up. Mrs. Vincent was there too, along with Jules and Mick, making

then feel almost packed

"Mr. Vincent, Morris is here," the assistant announced.noveldrama

The office, which had been silent, erupted into a buzz.

"Morris, how dare you show up here? You sabotaged our network; what's your game?" Mick immediately confronted Morris.

Everyone turned their gaze towards Morris.

“Nathan, Mick's accusing you of hacking the network with bad intentions. Is there any truth to this?"

Morris stayed silent at first.

Mick pushed further, "Morris, if you had the guts to do it, don't you have the guts to admit it?"

Finally, Morris replied calmly, "Mick, where's your proof?"