Despite the animosity in his tone, Zayn's words carried the weight of a man's responsibility and promise.
Carla expressed her gratitude again and was then stumped for words.
"Why are you so useless?" He glared at her. "Aren't you always acting like a tyrant whenever you're with me? Why were you being such a coward in front of him?"
His bombardment of questions stunned her. "When was I acting like a coward? I retorted him!"
"Retorted? You should've thrown that contract right in his face!" Zayn was exasperated. "Didn't you see the way he picked on you? Grow a spine, why don't you?"
Carla was speechless.
"You only bare your teeth at your own family, but you're a coward whenever you deal with outsiders!" the man spat out with a glare before turning to leave.
Carla stared at his back, unable to retaliate.
Bare my teeth at my own family? Are we even still considered family?
As that thought crossed her mind, an unusual emotion surged within her.
Upon getting into his car, Zayn ordered Benard, "Gather all the shareholders of the Gymnasium Project and have them see me in three days."
"Yes, Sir." Benard relayed his order at once.
At the same time, Zayn's phone kept ringing. Seeing that it was Carl trying to reach him, he rejected the call and blocked the latter's number.
"I've contacted all the shareholders, " said Benard after hanging up his phone. "What do you intend to do, Mr. Giblo?"
"Carl has gone too far. He knows who Carla is to me, yet he went ahead and tried to push her around." Zayn seethed. "It's about time I teach him a lesson."
"Understood." Benard understood how protective he was of Carla. No matter what became of their relationship, Zayn would never let anyone pick on her.
Besides, the fact that Carl completely defied his warning and came looking for Carla infuriated Zayn even more.
Benard would have tried to talk his boss out of doing anything rash if it were before. However, he no longer intended to do so, considering Zayn's condition.
He can do whatever he wants. Nothing else matters as long as it makes him happy.
"It's still early. Do you want to see Ms. Gold?" Benard asked carefully.
Zayn pondered for a moment before replying flatly, "Not now."
"All right." Benard took his phone out. "I'll reply to her text, then. She was asking about you."
"Just tell her I'll meet her another day."
"Yes, Sir."
Back in the middle of the mountain, Nella was still waiting in the car. Since Zayn would pass by this route after dealing with his affairs, she was hoping to meet him again.
Yet, after waiting for so long, all she got was Benard's text informing her that Zayn would not be heading down the mountain that day. As a result, they would not be able to meet.
Nella felt utterly dejected. Every time she met Zayn, she would get her hopes up, only for her plans to be ruined time and time again. At that point, the usually placid woman could no longer keep a cool head.
It's about time I take action.
"They're here, Ms. Gold, " her subordinate reported softly.
Nella raised her gaze and saw the Whyte Bentley making its way down the mountain. It was the Srinsot family's car.
As expected, the fancy car came to a stop when the passenger in it caught sight of Nella. Carl exited the vehicle with his subordinates and approached her. "Ms. Gold! What brings you here?" he asked courteously.
"If you hadn't come by, Sir Carl, I probably would've been on board Mr. Giblo's yacht by now."
Nella spoke tactfully, but the meaning behind her words was obvious.
Carl was taken aback for a moment but quickly responded, "It looks like I've inadvertently ruined your date with Mr. Giblo. I'm truly sorry about that!"
"Did you come to see Ms. Lierger?" Nella asked, smiling.
"That's right, " the man answered straightforwardly. "I wanted her to back out of the Gymnasium Project, but she refused. It doesn't help that Mr. Giblo's decided to interfere, so I'm in a bit of a tough spot now."
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