Ilali ran over and helped Rogan pull Carla up
Slumping on the floor, Carla cried hysterically.
Rogan wanted to give her a hug, but was rejected. "Stay away from me!"
Considering how she was entangled with Boris and had body contact with him, she was fearful that she might have contracted the disease through his open wounds and did not want to risk spreading it to the bodyguards.
Tears streaked Rogan's face as she removed her jacket and placed it over Carla to keep her warm.
In just a while, Brandy rushed over to the scene with Naya and the others. Without further ado, Naya's assistants put on the isolation gown for Carla, lifted her to the wheelchair, and sent her straight to run a battery of tests.
The subordinates brought Zayn upstairs and updated him with every single detail.
He kept his head low and remained silent until the moment he saw Carla at the isolation room.
"I'm here. Don't worry." Zayn curled his lips and wanted to hug her.
"Don't come any closer…" cried Carla while shaking her head vigorously.
She was afraid that he would be infected too.
Zayn wheeled himself over and insisted on embracing her. He stroked her hair gently and said, "I have told you this before—in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."
Carla almost drown in her own tears and threw herself at him.
The tragedy had impacted her greatly. Though she loathed Boris when he burnt down Southridge and pretended to be Zayn, she still felt very sorry and heartbroken that he had to die.
She always thought that he had a kind nature, but he was blinded by hatred and manipulated by Newton. All of these lured him to take a wrong path.
"Just rest and don't think too much. I need to settle a couple of things."
Zayn knew that it was not an accident. Someone must be crafting a devious plan behind the scenes.
"Boris uttered a name before he died…" Carla sobbed. "He said…"
"It's Nella Gold!"
Before Carla could finish her sentence, Zayn did it for her. A cold glint flashed across his dark eyes.
As clever as he was, he connected all the dots based on what he had heard thus far and revealed the suspect.
He was so frustrated with himself for not hardening his heart earlier to destroy Nella. As a result, he gave her a chance to stir up trouble.
It's time now to clean the mess once and for all.
Carla was taken aback at how fast Zayn could guess the real mastermind without her saying anything.
"Listen to me and take a good rest."
He stroked her face dotingly and left the room. Upon shutting the door behind him, he ordered Freda and Naya to take good care of Carla.
"Noted, Mr. Giblo, rest assured that we will do just that." The ladies nodded their heads continuously.
"Increase the number of bodyguards and strengthen the security here. I won't allow the slightest misfortune to take place again, " he instructed Brandy.
"Understood." Brandy nodded. "The arrangements are done."
"You come with me, " Zayn told Benard.
"Sure."
The hospital gave Zayn a temporary room to work on what he needed to do.
First, he stated solemnly, "Hold a grand funeral for Boris as a member of the Giblo family."
"Noted, " acknowledged Benard.
"Then…" Zayn's eyes turned icy-cold suddenly. "Relay my order to attack Gold Group at all costs."
"Aye." Benard started coordinating his tasks.
"Make sure it's done swiftly, professionally, and thoroughly." The evil glint in his eyes would easily shudder anyone. "I want Gold Group to be totally wiped out of the industry in merely one week."
"Got it!" Benard knitted his brows.
It had been a long while since Zayn was this vicious. Ever since he met Carla, the way he managed affairs became gentler and more considerate.
No matter what challenges he faced in the business world, he would normally resolve them in an amicable manner.
However, Nella had crossed the line this time.
Hence, he would never be a gentleman or show her any mercy. No more.
Nella rang Zayn as soon as Benard had communicated his order. Without hesitating, Zayn blocked her call and intentionally cut off ties with her.
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