I Want To Be Your Woman
When Benard heard the gossip, he began to worry and quickly followed them.
At the same time, Carla, who was on the phone with Brad, heard the comments over the line too.
"Carla, ignore them. They must have gotten the wrong idea, " Brad quickly assured her. "All Mr. Giblo did was dance with her, nothing more—"
"Where is he?" she asked.
"It seems they have gone to the lounge… Hello? Hello? Carla?"
Before Brad could finish his sentence, Carla had ended the call. With her phone in hand, she rushed out of the house. "Prepare the car!"
"Ms. Lierger, what's wrong?"
At that moment, Freda and Rogan were going downstairs with the children.
"I'm on it."
Reacting swiftly, Freda ordered the car key to be brought to her as she followed after Carla.
With that, both of them got into the car and sped toward South Sea Hotel.
When Freda saw the look on Carla's face, she comforted softly, "Ms. Lierger, please calm down. I believe that there's nothing going on between Mr. Giblo and Ms. Gold. After all, his body—"
"Of course, I know there's nothing going on between them, " Carla snapped. "I'm just worried that it's a trap. With his current condition, even a minor injury can be fatal."
"That's true." Freda nodded, then grumbled, "What's Benard doing? Why isn't he keeping a close eye on Mr. Giblo?"
"It's not his fault." Thinking about it alone was enough to blow Carla's fuse. "If anyone is to blame, it's Zayn. Despite knowing how weak he is, he still insists on dancing with Nella!"
"Please calm down, Ms. Lierger." Freda hastened to pacify her. "I'll drive faster so that we can arrive there sooner."
"Not too fast. Your gunshot wound has yet to recover fully." Carla sighed. "Men… they always make us worry!"
"Exactly!"
At the same time, in the lounge at South Sea Hotel, Nella poured a cup of coffee for Zayn and gently suggested, "Mr. Giblo, there are no outsiders here. You can speak freely."
"I'll get to the point." After scanning the room and making sure it was safe, he proposed, "I would like to make a deal with you."
"What kind of deal?"
Given that important negotiations were going on in the room, Benard, Remon, and the Gold family's bodyguards guarded the entrance closely. No stranger was allowed near the lounge.
The security was so tight that it seemed nearly impossible for any accident to happen.
In spite of that, Zayn noticed that Nella was out of sorts after he was done telling her his proposal.
Her face was flushed, and she seemed dazed. With her lips slightly parted, she kept fanning herself with her hand.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he asked, "Are you all right?"
"It's hot in here…" Nella kept leaning toward him. "Mr. Giblo, what did you say just now? I didn't hear it properly…"
"You don't look fine." Zayn kept his distance from her by scooting to the side. "Forget it; let's talk another day."
Just as he stood up to leave, Nella pounced on him. As she wrapped her limbs around his body, her face came close to his.
"Mr. Giblo, don't leave."
"Ms. Gold, what are you doing?"
Zayn attempted to push her away, but she grabbed his wrists and pinned him down on the sofa. Brushing her cherry lips across his cheek, she purred in his ear, "I want to be your woman."
"F_ck, are you drugged?"
Realizing the problem, Zayn tried to push her away. However, he quickly noticed that his body was falling limp.
Instantly, he looked at the cup of coffee on the table. Could it be…
"Mr. Giblo…" Nella clung tightly to him, unwilling to let go. "Don't go… Don't leave me."
As she spoke, she tried to kiss him, but Zayn managed to dodge it and mustered the strength to push her way. The moment he rose to his feet to leave the room, his head spun, causing him to collapse onto the sofa.
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