"Find out who was behind that poisoning, by all means. Go through everyone by Shelley's side."
Zayn spun his chair around and continued solving his Rubik's Cube. However, his gaze was as cold as ice.
"Got it!" Brandy bowed.
Zayn was certain Shelley had poisoned herself deliberately. Benard and Brandy knew their boss well. However, there was no evidence to point it at her, so they couldn't expose her.
Shelley was doing this to get rid of Carla in front of Jombo and Layon.
Never in her wildest dreams did she expect Zayn to take the blame in order to protect Carla.
In the end, Jombo flew into a fit of rage and slapped Zayn in public.
Zayn was an unforgiving person.
He'd skin anyone who dared to mess with him.
Naturally, he'd hold a grudge after being slapped.
Jombo was the one who slapped him, but Shelley was the cause of the problem. Zayn had pinned the blame on her.
It doesn't matter if I get married. But if Shelley was the one who poisoned herself, there's no way I'll let someone this wicked remain by my side!
"Yes. I'll do that now." Brandy turned to leave when something occurred to him. "Mr. Benday seems interested in Miss Wigston, " he reminded carefully. "Should I send someone to protect her?"
"No need, " came Zayn's firm reply. "I have faith in Layon's moral standing. His daughter, however, is a different story."
"Yes." Brandy nodded. "After firing Miss Wigston, should I arrange a new job for her?"
"No." Zayn's gaze turned steely as he clenched his jaw. "Don't arrange a new job for her. In fact, make sure she doesn't find a new job. Someone as foolish as her needs to experience some hardships before she learns a lesson!"
"Got it!" Brandy bowed and left.
Outside, Benard inquired nervously, "How did it go?"
"He's calmer now." Brandy let out a deep sigh. "I'll leave to carry out his orders now. Stay with him."
"Alright."
Meanwhile, Carla told the driver to drop her at Happy Avenue so she could walk home alone.
She was overwhelmed by today's events. Zayn's protective stance kept popping up in her mind.
Her emotions were a complex mixture.
I wonder how is he doing now?
He must be furious.
Is he venting out his anger in his office alone?
He must've broken all the expensive liquor and other collections in his office out of fury by now.
What about the red mark on his cheek?
Does it hurt?
I guess his heart is aching more now.
Carla exhaled sharply. Sometimes, I don't understand him. He was always harsh and controlling in front of me. If I showed any signs of defying him, he'd torture me like a madman.
But every time I ran into trouble, he'd come and save me in time.
I thought he'd be on Shelley's side today and question me harshly before sending me to the police station. Why did he help me instead?
I don't get it.
Suddenly, her phone rang. It was a call from Mosa.
Carla quickly answered. "Hello?"
"Carla Wigston, I'm calling on behalf of the company. You've been terminated. Your salary for this month will be transferred to your account soon. I'll pack your stuff up and mail it to you. Give me your address, " Mosa spoke swiftly.
It took Carla a while to regain her composure. "Okay, got it. There's nothing important there. You can throw them away."
"Fine." Mosa was curt. "Take care!"
"You too. Take care!"
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