Another woman with red lips instantly figured it out. She spat the words out through her clenched teeth, "Well, apparently you're on the same team! You swindled money from us and knocked us out. This time, you're out of luck!"
"What are you waiting for? Take them down!"
The other woman in a mini-skirt waved her hand and gestured to the bodyguards. A few big guys strode towards Zayn and Carla, spoiling for a fight.
Panicked, Carla yelled in panic, "Hey, what are you doing? How dare you cause a scene here!"
"Either Mr. Gigolo serves us well tonight, or you two leave here on a stretcher. It's your choice!" The woman in curly hair gazed at Zayn with a wicked smile. A flint of lust flashed across her eyes."Yes. If he can satisfy three of us tonight, I'll let you two go, " the other two chimed in.
"Pfft…"
Upon hearing their words, Carla nearly collapsed. If she didn't know his true identity, perhaps she would just run off and leave him here.
But now that she had known, she wouldn't dare…
Zayn held her chin up and looked into her eyes. "They're waiting for your answer. Say something."
"Of course not!"
Carla had never been so righteous in her life. She stood determinedly in front of Zayn, with hands on her hips. "He's my man. Keep your hands off him!" she said with a ringing voice.
Zayn knew she was putting on an act, yet he found her words satisfying.
With a smug smile on his face, his heart leaped with joy.
Flushed with anger, the woman with curly hair glared at Carla. "You wretch! You're digging your own grave. I guess we have to do it the hard way then. Take them down now!" she scowled while pointing at the couple.
"Yes, Madam!" Two muscular bodyguards lunged at them.
Carla was scared and immediately took cover in Zayn's embrace.
Zayn pursed his lips with a smirk. He clenched his fists and was about to make a move.
"Stop!"
Right then, a voice rang out.
Carla looked up and saw Lena walking towards them.
"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to see three of you here. How magnificent you look. Do your husbands know that you ladies picked up a fight in Stifling Night over a gigolo?" Lena gave a scornful sneer as she said.
Stunned by her words, the three women froze in their positions. "Miss Chroma, what… what brings you here?"
"This is definitely a misunderstanding."
"Yes. The woman bumped into me, so we…"
Lena took a glance at Carla, then uttered, "Miss Wigston is my friend. Are you ladies trying to piss me off?"
Three of them were dumbfounded for a few seconds before they found their voices. "I'm so sorry, Miss Chroma. We made a terrible mistake. We'll leave now."
They quickly stood up and fled with their bodyguards.
Carla frowned and her face darkened. She didn't want to owe Lena a favor.
Zayn could've settled it himself. To him, it was child's play. They were there to chill out and the trivial disturbance was merely an add-on.
Lena didn't recognize Zayn and thought she saved them from a tight spot. She did that only to belittle Carla.
"Carla, I didn't know you have such a hobby."
As expected, Lena got the wrong idea.
Sizing Zayn up from head to toe, Lena chuckled mockingly.
"Mind your own business, " Carla sneered. Without waiting for Lena's response, she grabbed hold of Zayn and headed out.
Unexpectedly, Lena said, "Harry wants to see you."
Carla's heart dropped upon hearing that. Oh no! She put it that way. Will Zayn misunderstand her words?
Lena approached them and gave a warm invitation. "He's in the private room. We're all old friends. It's just a quick meetup. What are you afraid of?"
"We have nothing to talk about, " Carla replied coldly.
"Are you feeling guilty? Or is there something you'd like to keep hidden from this man?" Lena continued provoking her.
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