"That's true." Freda nodded in agreement.
"Stop with the nonsense." Carla gestured.
Freda immediately switched on the laptop and pulled up a video. Not long after, everything that was happening in the private room opposite was shown on the screen.
From the screen, Zayn was leaning on the sofa lazily while smoking a cigar.
At the same time, a waitress was seen crouching down beside him, mixing up some drinks.
Although this looked like nothing much, it somehow gave people a sense of oppression.
"Is he really a gigolo?" Freda stared at the laptop screen in disbelief. "His aura is no joke!"
"Zayn indeed has an intimidating aura too. But both of them are completely different." Rogan analyzed. "Also, Zayn is self-centered, so I don't think he'll give up his ego and pretend to be a gigolo."
"Yeah." Both of Carla's subordinates felt that it could not have been Zayn.
Nonetheless, Carla continued to stare at the screen, watching the way he smoked his cigar, the way he drank, and even the way he tousled his hair. Everything felt oddly familiar…
But the feeling of familiarity felt friendly and warm.
This was different from the mixed feelings she felt from Zayn.
Hence, she felt like she should believe him even if it was just by instinct.
Carla was about to call it when the gigolo in the private room opposite stood up…
Freda and Rogan quickly stared at the screen. It couldn't be…
"Sir, what would you like?" The waitress asked politely.
The gigolo took out a pile of cash and passed it to her. He then added, "You don't have to serve here. Go and stand outside the private room right across the hallway."
"Huh? Why?" The waitress asked softly.
In the meantime, Freda gritted her teeth with anger in front of the laptop. "I should've known!"
"Even if he's not Zayn, he still has ill intentions, " Rogan said furiously, "How dare a scumbag like him scam Ms. Lierger!"
Carla knitted her brows tightly, her eyes staring at the screen with a complicated gaze. Just who is this man?
"Go and stand watch by the door." The gigolo pointed at the outside and instructed, "If you hear any screams, cries, or calls for help from a woman, signal me immediately."
At that, Freda and Rogan exchanged a glance, looking confused. What does this mean?
Similarly, Carla found it weird as well. Why would he ask for such an odd request?
"I'm sorry, Sir. I wouldn't dare do so if you don't explain it to me properly." The waitress was smart, and it was expected of someone who received money from both sides. "Those people in the other room are all big shots, and they're not to be offended."
"That host in the other room is my girlfriend. She is having a business meeting with her client, but I'm afraid that she would be taken advantage of." The gigolo was getting anxious by the second. "Are you going? If not, I'm going to find someone else."
"Alright, alright. I'm going now."
The waitress quickly took the money and left with her tray.
After she left, the gigolo walked to the door and took a glance outside, looking worried.
"Now that's more like it!" Rogan was moved instantly at his gesture. "We've totally misunderstood him. He is not Zayn, and he doesn't have any ill intentions. He only wants to protect Ms. Lierger."
"Yeah, I feel so guilty…" Freda was touched as well. "Even though he is a gigolo, he is sincere towards Ms. Lierger."
"Alright!" Carla switched off the laptop and ordered, "The test is over!"
After that, she turned to leave…
The waitress outside was unprepared and almost collided with her. Instantly, she was met with Carla's cold gaze and quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry…"
Without saying a word, Carla strode away and opened the door of the room opposite.
"You're done?"
Zayn glanced outside and into the room. The foreigners were nowhere to be found. It seemed like he was right, it was all just a test…
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