With a sharpened gaze, Zayn launched a kick at Lucas.
Spewing out a mouthful of blood, Lucas crashed onto the ground.
"Do you really think that I don't dare to kill you?" Zayn glared ferociously at Lucas. "Let me tell you. If I had wanted to do so, you would have been dead in your home, let alone in F Nation."
"Zayn, you…" Seized by rage, Lucas spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Sir Lucas!" At that moment, Lucas' subordinates came to help him. They questioned Zayn, "Mr. Giblo, how can you do this to Sir Lucas? Aren't you friends?"
"Friends?" Zayn sneered. "I treated him as my friend. But, he stole my woman."
"Carla is my fiancée. She's mine!" Lucas roared adamantly.
"Do you still want to marry her despite the fact that she has just slept with me?" Zayn triggered him on purpose.
"You…" Lucas raged hysterically, "I'm going to kill you!"
"As if you can." Zayn taunted him at every turn.
"Gather my men and soldiers here, I'm going to kill this b_stard right now!"
Lucas had gone berserk.
Wrapping herself with the blanket, Carla walked up to Lucas and struck his neck, rendering him unconscious.
Suddenly, silence filled the air.
"Take your Duke home, " Carla ordered Lucas' subordinates.
"Yes." They left with him at once.
When Carla gave Freda a look, she quickly followed them out. She then gave Charles's men a call and instructed them to escort Lucas safely home.
If something were to happen to him along the journey, it would significantly complicate matters.
After that, everyone was asked to leave.
Back in the room, only Carla, Zayn, Freda, and Benard remained.
"Zayn, you've got guts." Carla gritted her teeth as she glared at him. "Are you satisfied now? Have you vented enough?"
"Not even close." With a cigar between his fingers, Zayn held his wine glass without even looking at Carla.
"What will it take before I'm allowed to see my children?" Holding back her anger, Carla demanded, "State your conditions!"
After a brief silence, Zayn replied, "Cancel the wedding and swear to never marry again!"
Stunned, Carla stared at him in bewilderment. "Why? What has my marriage got anything to do with you? What gives you the right to control me?"
"It appears that you have no intention of seeing the children, " Zayn mocked. "Didn't you ask me for my conditions? And yet, you can't even meet this simple request of mine."
"Those are my children. You have no right to stop me from seeing them, " Carla screamed furiously.
"I don't care. What are you going to do about it?"
Stonewalling her, Zayn was in no mood for reason.
"You…" Carla was outraged.
"Are you that desperate to get married?" Zayn questioned her instead. "After what happened tonight, do you think Lucas would still want to marry you?"
"Whether he or I want to get married or not has nothing to do with you. You have no right to interfere in my private affairs." Carla was incensed.
"Hmm, in that case, go ahead and enjoy your freedom."
Having no intention to discuss the matter any further, Zayn walked toward the bathroom.
"Zayn…" When Carla wanted to stop him, Benard persuaded her, "Ms. Lierger, Mr. Giblo is blinded by anger right now. Whatever you say will only fall on deaf ears. Why don't you go back first."
"Exactly. Let's just leave first, okay?"
Freda put a jacket over Carla.
She sympathized with Carla when she saw how Carla's negotiations ended in her being in a pathetic state. Nevertheless, she was cognizant that reason sometimes just couldn't prevail.
Looking miserable, Carla had no choice but to leave.
"Ms. Lierger, " Benard called out to her suddenly. He softly reminded, "Rogan and her subordinates have been asked to leave. There's no way the three of them are enough to take the children from Brandy."
"What are you saying? Are you looking down on the Lierger family?" Freda snapped.
"That's not what I meant." Furrowing his brows, Benard explained, "Trying to take them by force isn't going to work. You have to slog it out."
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