"Oh, " Carla breathed. Carefully, she asked, "About the man from T Nation… Did you investigate him, too?"
"Do I even need to investigate him?" Zayn huffed. "The Whyte women must have thought that you were the one in that video on the news, so they started threatening you with the old gigolo incident again."
"Since you know everything, why are you asking me to explain to you?"
He's so smart. Nothing goes unnoticed before his eyes.
Carla was now afraid that she would not be able to keep her children a secret for long.
"It's no longer a secret that you've hired a gigolo." Zayn gave her a scornful look. "Moreover, given that incident has made it onto the news, why are you still threatened by the mother and daughter? You must have other secrets."
At that, Carla's heart skipped a beat. Just as I thought!
"Look at your shifty eyes. You must be thinking of ways to fool me again, right?" Zayn sneered. "I'm not going to bother pressurizing you into spilling it. I'll ask those who know about this instead."
"No-"
"Mr. Giblo!" Right then, Benard's voice came from the outside.
"Speak, " Zayn ordered.
"I've done what you've asked."
Benard then slowly reported to Zayn.
"I've made arrangements for those people, and all that's left is your interrogation. We've also removed all the news; Miss Wigston's information can no longer be found on the internet or other broadcasting channels. The incident is now over. I've contacted all media outlets. From now on, they have agreed not to act on any tipoffs they receive about Miss Wigston, no matter who gives them the information. Also, the Staytons' project has been stopped."
Once Benard was done with his report, all was silent.
Staring at Carla, Zayn ordered Benard, "Bring the Whytes to the secret room. I will ask them myself."
"Yes, Sir."
The car then slowly drove off.
When Carla took out her phone to check the news, she realized Benard's words were true. All her information was gone from the internet.
Even the trending headlines had been replaced by scandals of other celebrities. When she searched her name and some keywords relating to the news, no results came up.
Finally, she heaved a sigh of relief.
Now that she had the time to mull over Zayn's words, she tensed up again. "Mr. Giblo, since it's now resolved, there's no need for you to interrogate them, is there? Also, this has nothing to do with Mr. Stayton, so why did you stop his project again?"
"What's wrong?" Zayn furrowed his brows, displeased. "You still bear feelings for your old flame?"
"No."
"It's best that you keep quiet." Zayn gripped her chin and warned, "If you beg for him now, he'll die an even more terrible death."
Hearing that, Carla kept her lips sealed, not daring to utter another word. Through his eyes she could see an intent to kill, and based on her past experience, she knew what was coming up.
The more Harry yearned for her, the more the Whytes would target her.
Similarly, the more she pitied Harry and pleaded for him, the worse Zayn would treat him.
Hence, it was best for her not to mention a word about Harry from now on.
However, what Carla was worried about was whether or not Zayn would find out about her children through his interrogation of Alia.
Right then, her phone rang. It was from Lola. Carla peeked at Zayn before she declined the call.
Soon, Lola sent a message: Carla, tell Mr. Giblo to let my parents go right away, or else I'll tell the world about your foul matters.
Staring at the words, Carla's heart began thumping. Although the media companies dared not report anything else about her after Zayn's threats, Lola could still expose her by herself.
After all, these were modern times and no one had absolute control over anyone else on the internet.
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