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After that, they were trapped down there for two days. The night sky above the ski resort was brilliantly clear, casting a melancholic blue hue down the deep pit.

It was then she had murmured, "It would be amazing if there was a starry-sky-themed restaurant someday."

So, when she found out such a restaurant actually opened in Empire City, she booked it for their wedding anniversary without a second thought.

It suddenly dawned on her—today *was* their anniversary. Not that anyone cared about that anymore.

She ignored the text and looked down, wanting to finish typing up her questions.

Just then, Zachary pushed the door open. He was in his wheelchair, and the executives were completely gone.

As he rolled closer, Winona definitively caught that same cold, crisp scent she had noticed right when she woke up.

She frowned slightly, but asked, "Ready for the questions?"

Winona nodded. Since the interview was strictly ten minutes, everything had to be perfectly concise. Aside from the six core business questions, the final one was a broader, societal question meant for younger viewers: *As one of the most successful entrepreneurs today, if you could give one piece of advice to young people looking to start their own businesses, what would it be?*

The entire list was incredibly standard. Not a single question crossed any boundaries.

Winona read them aloud, then asked professionally, "Zachary, is there anything in there you're uncomfortable with?"

Zachary stared at her. "No personal questions?"

Winona choked on her breath, entirely caught off guard. Every single profile piece on titans like him actively avoided personal questions because they always sparked endless PR nightmares. Yet here he was, actually requesting one.

It felt incredibly twisted. Aside from being the journalist interviewing him, she was still legally his wife. If she asked a personal question, it would inevitably center around marriage. What exactly was she supposed to ask?

She couldn't help but cynically wonder if he was just doing this to intentionally make her squirm.

"Let's skip the personal questions. I wouldn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble for you."

Zachary fell silent, then turned his wheelchair around, essentially giving his tacit approval.

Winona checked the time. The network's offices were already closed, so she didn't need to head back. She could just go straight home.

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