Zayn cringed slightly in response. He was about to decline when he saw Carla heading their way, causing him to change his mind. With a coy but polite smile, Zayn gestured to the door of his lounge. "Please! Come in!"
"Thank you!" chirped Nella, ecstatic.
Zayn smile, glancing quickly in Carla's direction before leading Nella into his private lounge, deliberately slowing down his pace.
As he had intended, Carla passed by the pair on her way to her own lounge. However, to his dismay, Carla merely gave him a look of contempt and walked right past without further thought.
Zayn's brows furrowed as he frowned. The interaction between Carla and Shelley, the way Carla was finding fault in Shelley in everything the latter did, the way Carla seemed to be getting revenge crossed his mind. All those seemed to prove she really was Carla Wigston…
So why, upon seeing myself in close proximity with another woman, did she not even flinch?
"Mr. Giblo, my family's company is entertainment-based. We have signed contracts with many popular celebrities in Konadra…"
Nella immediately launched into self-introduction the second she sat down. "Hope you can give us a chance to work together, Mr. Giblo, " she added sweetly.
"Mm…" Zayn nodded half-heartedly. "We shall see, maybe someday."
As he was talking, he gave a signal.
Benard walked forward and bowed courteously. "This way, Miss Gold, " he said politely, gesturing to the door.
Nella was dumbfounded. Zayn had just invited her in for a conversation, why is he sending her out already? What's going on?
Not giving up, Nella took out her phone and asked cautiously, "Mr. Giblo, can we exchange our numbers, please?"
Zayn peered at her phone with no response.
"This way please, Miss." Benard urged again.
Not daring to utter another word of protest, Nella reluctantly got up and leave with a curt and polite nod.
As Benard opened the door of the lounge for Nella, he caught sight of Carla's ferocious female bodyguard closing the door of the opposite lounge across the hallway. The latter noticed him too. Though stunned at first, her shocked face turned into a glare within a second.
"You…" Benard gnashed his teeth in fury upon seeing her again.
Once Nella exited the lounge, Benard slammed the door shut in frustration. "That damned woman, I will make her pay one day!" said Benard through his gritted teeth.
"Who?" Zayn asked out of curiosity and lifted his eyes to peer at Benard. He was quietly savoring the wine he had poured for himself when Benard had said those words, no doubt coming off as a surprise.
"That bodyguard of Ms. Lierger, " huffed Benard. "Yesterday during the car accident, it was her who came out of the car and started hollering at me. She even had the audacity to glare at me just a minute ago!"
"Hmm, she looks like she has great combat skills, you might not be able to beat her if there was a duel, " teased Zayn with a smirk.
"How is that possible?" Benard was starting to get anxious. "Mr. Giblo, I'm one of your men, how could you compliment others while putting your own people down…" he faltered.
"Quit talking and maybe defeat her in combat, then we'll see." Zayn rolled his eyes at Benard, annoyed.
"I'm tempted to… but she's one of Ms. Lierger's people, and I dare not cross her…"
Bang! Before Benard could finish his sentence, a loud noise came from outside. "What the f_ck are you doing?" a furious voice followed.
It was Bugara!
"Looks like your fighting skills aren't as good as your racing skills, " an arrogant, feminine voice mocked.
"F_ck you! Let me show you how to really fight!"
Having enough of her arrogance, Bugara lunged towards the woman and started a physical fight.
Benard rushed forward to open the door. Upon seeing the scene, he scolded, "Bugara, what are you doing?"
"Benard…" In that fraction of a second, Bugara was distracted and received a heavy punch to his chest. Bugara gritted his teeth and was about to parry the attack when the door across the hallway opened. "Rogan, what are you doing? Are you bullying the weak again?" a voice called out, calm and slow.
"Weak?" Bugara retorted as he felt the anger rising to his neck.
"Who are you calling weak?" interrupted Benard, frowning. He shot daggers at Freda, the woman who had mocked and insulted him multiple times, unable to swallow his pride and stay silent this time.
"I'm calling you weak, what about it?" smirked Rogan with her eyebrows raised.
"You…" Benard balled his hands into fists and charged forward.
"Enough!" A low growl rang out behind him.
Reluctantly, Benard stopped and stepped aside. His fists fell to his side, still clenched.
"Rogan, Freda." Another voice scolded sternly from the opposite room. "Stop bullying men again."
Bullying men?
Bugara gawped openly at Carla in disbelief and felt his blood pressure shot up upon hearing those words uttered by her.
Benard's expression darkened. His eyes were beginning to gleam like a predator stuck in a cage, waiting for the opportunity to pounce.
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