"No wonder I didn't even have money to take a cab after I woke up, " Carla mumbled to herself.
"Did you not take advantage of her when she wasn't looking?"
Zayn was spinning his ultra-thin phone on his palm while his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"No, I really didn't, " Dromion frantically explained. "Actually, I'm not even straight. Why would I want to feel her up?"
"Huh?" Carla's eyes widened in shock. "What are you saying?"
"I-I'm a transvestite!" Dromion hung his head in shame. "I don't like women at all…"
Gasp!
Carla almost popped a vessel.
The news was actually right when they reported that she had slept with a transvestite gigolo.
However, no one knew that it was Zayn who came in and finished the job halfway.
"Transvestite! Wonderful!" The murderous intent in Zayn's eyes receded a little. He almost wanted to tear Dromion to pieces a moment ago, but now his tone was a lot more cordial. "Release him!"
"Yes!" The bodyguard dragged Dromion out of the room.
"Thank you, thank you." Dromion was immensely grateful.
"Let us go too, " Alia quickly pleaded.
"You have not told me everything and yet you want to leave?" Zayn raised his eyebrow.
"We… don't have anything more to say."
Simeon was puzzled. Since Zayn was the man from four years ago, he wondered what else was there to explain.
"Unless…"
It quickly occurred to Alia that Zayn didn't know about the three children.
Why is Carla still so secretive despite the fact that their father is rich and powerful?
Unless, he isn't the father at all?
"My patience is running thin." Zayn looked at the time on his watch. "I'll give you three minutes. If you don't spit it out, I'll lock all of you up together."
He glanced at Carla as he spoke.
"What?" Carla pointed at herself in disbelief. "Including me?"
Instead of replying, Zayn nodded instead.
"You…"
"I almost forgot." Zayn stared at the phone in her hands which belonged to Lola. "The secret is in there, isn't it?"
He reached out his hands to her. "Give it to me!"
"No, there's no secret…" Carla recoiled a few steps back.
Zayn frowned.
When his bodyguard, Bugara, was about to take the phone from her, Benard shot him a glance for him to back off.
Now that Zayn had revealed his identity which implied that Carla was his woman, no bodyguard who dare lay a finger on her.
"Are you all dead?" Zayn bellowed.
"Right away!" Benard hurriedly stepped up and asked politely. "Miss Wigston, please hand over the phone."
Carla continued to back up.
Benard didn't dare take the phone by force. Instead, he continued to persuade her, "Please cooperate and give it to me."
Meanwhile, Carla had almost backed herself against one of the burning oil drums and was an inch away from scalding herself.
"Be careful!" Benard reached out to pull her back by reflex.
Out of desperation, Carla threw the phone into the burning fire, shocking everyone.
"Very well, " Zayn sneered with a nod before preparing to leave. "Lock all of them up so that they can reflect on their mistakes!"
"Yes." Benard gave Carla a sympathetic look before leading the bodyguards out.
"Hey, don't imprison me here. I'll tell you everything…"
Lola was desperate to leave but Alia quickly covered her mouth.
After everyone had left, Alia finally let go. Lola yelled angrily, "Mom, what are you doing?"
"That's right, why did you stop Lola?" Simeon was puzzled.
Ignoring them, Alia walked over to Carla instead. "The three bastards… I mean children, are they not Mr. Giblo's?"
"Nonsense, of course they're his, " Carla coldly affirmed.
"Then why are you hiding them from him?" Alia asked.
"I am the one that raised the children. I don't want them to be taken away." Carla found a reasonable excuse. "He may seem to treat me well now, but love is unpredictable. What if he resents me one day and takes them away? I'll be left alone with nothing."
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