"How's your wound? Is it serious?" Jombo cut to the chase after the call went through.
"You're so straightforward, aren't you?" Zayn let out a cold smile. "I've already suspected when Mrs. Bolistin came purposely to prepare breakfast for the kids. I knew you're the one who sent her."
That day, Zayn told Carla he was the one who let Mrs. Bolistin and the maids came. He said that he was worried the kids did not eat well so he asked Mrs. Bolistin to take care of them.
And then, Randy let Mrs. Bolistin stay right away.
Zayn had reminded Randy that he should ask for Carla's permission first as this was Carla's house. But Randy responded that it was his house too, and he liked Mrs. Bolistin's cooking.
In the end, Zayn did not reject it.
Later, he was worried that Carla would be unhappy about it. Hence, he put the whole responsibility on his shoulder.
If Carla were to get upset, he would be willing to be the one to face the music.
With that, Carla would not be suspecting Mrs. Bolistin or blaming Randy and Freda.
"I'm merely worrying about the kids, " Jombo responded coldly. "I'm done with caring about you."
"I see. Please rest early then." Zayn was about to hang up the call.
"What're you doing? You haven't answered my question." Jombo's tone turned stern.
"I can still fight with you over the phone. How seriously do you think the wound can be?" Zayn cast the question back to Jombo. "Why're you still awake at this hour? What if you fall sick? Don't you want to see your great-grandchildren again?"
"What a foul mouth you have. I guess your wound is all right…" Jombo responded petulantly. "Fine then. I'm done talking with you."
Just when Zayn was about to say goodnight, a loud thud came from the phone. "What's that sound?"
There was pure silence from the other side, as though the phone got covered by someone's hand.
A few seconds later, Jombo spoke, "It's nothing. I dropped my glass. Goodbye!"
With that, Jombo ended the call.
Zayn felt something was not right, and he called Thompson right after that. "Is Mr. Jombo okay?"
"Yeah. He's not young anymore, so his hands trembles easily." Thompson smiled. "I'm with him right now. Don't worry, Mr. Zayn."
"Okay then."
As such, Zayn let down his worries and ended the call. After that, he switched on his computer and dug into his work.
Indeed, he got worn out recently. After an entire day of work at the company, he would accompany the kids at night. And after he got back to his room, he needed to go back to work again.
Nonetheless, he pretended he was relaxed in front of everyone else.
After Solara's scandal was exposed on the internet, it had brought tremendous damage to the Giblo Group that the stock had plummeted beyond imagination in just half a month.
Even though Zayn had burned an enormous sum of money to bury the news, it had already gotten widely spread. Now, he would need to announce an official statement to the public to protect the Divine Corporation and the Giblo Group.
Hence, he had made up a decision with sacrifice, which he would execute tomorrow.
He did not want any problem to occur again at this point.
To make sure every detail was well taken care of, he made another call to Benard.
"Please bring a few men of yours and sneak into Mr. Jombo's place. Keep an eye on the situation and notify me once you discover anything suspicious."
"Got it." Benard immediately got going.
After the call, Zayn summoned Brandy. "Go and check on Shelley's side. And bring a few men to patrol the surroundings. Seize anyone that seems suspicious."
"Okay."
After everything was well arranged, Zayn finally felt the weight off his mind as he continued his work.
He wished to settle this mess as soon as possible, at least before Daemon realized it. Zayn figured he needed to recover, then sit down and had a good chat properly with the latter.
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