Zoe blinked her eyes groggily, her vision still blurry from sleep. She had just been so tired, feeling somewhat out of it, only vaguely registering Eric's announcement that someone had arrived.

As for the name "Mr. Wells," she didn't quite catch it, or perhaps due to her lack of clarity, didn't dwell on it much.

Glancing at the clock, which had just struck eight, she couldn't help but wonder aloud to Ryan, "What kind of big shot arranges a breakfast meeting? Don't invite for lunch or dinner, but for breakfast?"

She genuinely hadn't encountered such a situation before. Who schedules a meal so early in the morning? Wouldn't it be...