Instead of denying it, Zayn shrugged. He then poured himself half a glass of wine and savored it slowly.
"Why are you doing this?" Carla was close to exploding in fury. "Do you have a grudge against my father? Is that why you're toying with me?"
Hearing those words, Zayn paused and looked at her. "Did someone say something to you?"
"Why? Are you feeling guilty?" Carla questioned. "Does my father's company's bankruptcy have something to do with you?"
That was the question she wanted the answer to the most. Although it was risky to voice it out, she had no other options.After all, she lacked the ability to investigate him. So she might as well be direct with him.
"Who told you that?" Zayn narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"Seeing that you're not denying it, does that mean it's true?"
Carla did not want to accept this as her reality, but with how he reacted, it seemed like that was the truth.
Instead of answering her questions, Zayn asked, "Was it Harry?"
"He has nothing to do with this, " Carla hurriedly drew the line between Harry and the matter. "Tell me. Did you acquire my father's company with malicious intents and caused the bankruptcy of Wigston Corporation?"
"Very well." Zayn swirled the wine in his glass. "When he pleaded for mercy earlier, I've decided to let him off. But, since he's pulling dirty tricks on me now, I guess all that's left for him is to perish."
With that, he took out his phone and made a call. "Cease Stayton Group's project."
"Don't-" Carla tried to stop him, but Zayn had already ended the call. She anxiously explained, "This has nothing to do with him!"
"Do you feel bad for him?" The corner of Zayn's lips curled upward as he cast a mocking gaze on her. "Why don't we make a bet then?"
"What do you mean? What are you trying to do?"
Panic had overtaken Carla's mind. All she knew then was that the man in front of her was terrifying.
Leisurely, Zayn lit his cigar. Right then, a call came in. "Mr. Giblo, Harry Stayton's car is parked at the greenway. He says he's here to deliver something to you."
"Let him in, " Zayn ordered.
"Yes, Sir."
After ending the call, he looked up at her, and she could see an evil glint in his eyes. "So? Will you bet with me?"
"What are you trying to do?" A sense of foreboding rose in Carla's heart.
"Give it a second, and you'll find out." Zayn glanced at her translucent, soaked clothes before ordering, "Tidy yourself up in the bathroom."
It was only then that Carla realized she was soaked and dripping all over the floor. She was about to return to her room when she heard the noises of a car outside. Harry had arrived.
In her panic, she entered Zayn's bathroom instead.
While she was tidying herself up, Harry's meek voice came from the outside. "Mr. Giblo, here's your ruby necklace. My deepest apologies. My wife is not the most sensible woman. I apologize to you on behalf of her for offending you."
"Why are you still standing outside? Come in and have a seat." Zayn sounded polite.
"Thank you." Harry walked into the room.
It was then Zayn ordered in the direction of the bathroom, "Come out."
Carla shuddered in fear, but she steeled herself and walked out.
Her hair was still damp, and she was wrapped in a bathrobe too large to be hers.
Harry halted in his tracks. Emotions flashed across his eyes when he looked at her, including shock, sadness, and disappointment.
"He delivered this here for you. Why aren't you thanking him yet?"
Zayn pointed at Harry with the cigar between his fingers.
Carla furrowed her brows but remained silent. At that moment, she knew Harry had misunderstood the scene.
With the way things were between them, even though she had no need to explain to Harry anything she was doing, it still did not sit well with her to have stepped into a trap.
"Mr. Giblo, please take a look at the necklace. If there are no problems, I'll be taking my leave."
Right as Harry was speaking, he received a message on his phone. When he read the message, his face ashen, and he cried out, "Mr. Giblo, why did you stop my project?"
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