"Don't leave…" Carla wanted Diane to stay, but her head was throbbing in pain. It took all she had to mumble, "Don't let her leave…"
"What did you say, Ms. Lierger?" Freda didn't hear it.
"It's rowdy here. I'll take her in so she can rest up." Zayn took Carla and left. Freda and Rogan tried to follow him, but he disappeared from their sights a short while later, much to their shock. They went around frantically trying to look for their employer.
Meanwhile, Zayn left with Carla from the back. She was already groggy from the pain. Bugara was standing quite some distance away with the Pagani beside him. He tossed the key to Zayn, and Zayn took it. He went into the car with Carla and covered her with his suit before driving away into the night.
After Bugara saw him off, he asked, "I thought Mr. Giblo said he can't drive the Pagani now because a normal gigolo can't afford even a tire change?"
"Ms. Lierger is suspecting him now. She probably sent someone to keep an eye on us when we came out earlier. Driving another car would only make her suspicions worse, " Benard whispered. "Enough of this talk. Keep those women busy for now. I'll meet up with Roland."
"What? Why me?"
"Who else is there? Make sure you aren't recognized." Benard handed Bugara a black fox's mask. "All Stifling Night hosts use this."
"What…"
Carla's headache subsided after half an hour, and she looked around groggily. When she noticed she was in a Pagani, the first thing she asked was, "Where did you get the money for the tire change?"
"I sold my Benz, " he answered seriously.
"I thought I gave you the money for the repairs." She massaged her temple.
"I was worried you might want it back, so I didn't spend it, " Zayn joked.
"I see." Carla smiled and looked into the rear-view mirror. Freda and Rogan didn't follow us? She tried to call Freda, but her phone was dead.
"Wanna use my phone?" Zayn handed her his phone.
"It's fine." Carla didn't take it. "Take me to Rokan Hill."
"You're not going back to Ashenville Garden?" Zayn looked at her.
"No. I have to go back tomorrow." Carla stared at her watch, looking conflicted. "Did my bodyguards follow you when you took me out?"
"They did, but they lost us halfway through, " Zayn answered easily. He had to admit that Carla was a lot more alert compared to how she was two years ago. She would notice something was wrong no matter how perfect his cover was.
"Useless, " Carla muttered under her breath.
"Ooh, fierce." He pinched her cheek. "I can keep you safe too, you know."
As he spoke, a few jeeps tried to catch up to them. Zayn wanted to speed up and lose them, but Carla said, "Slow down."
"What?" Zayn was surprised, but Carla held the steering wheel and led the car to the roadside. Left with no choice, Zayn slowed down and stopped the car.
The five jeeps quickly surrounded the Pagani before a group of young armed thugs alighted from the jeeps, looking ready to fight. Zayn knew they weren't Solara's henchmen or any of his powerful foes' lackeys. Could they be…
"Get out, you b_tch!" the leader of the group roared, but instead of getting out of the car, Carla lowered the convertible top.
As the Pagani's roof was slowly retracted back, the silvery moonlight shone coldly on Carla. She raised her chin and stared at the men coolly. "Who sent you guys?"
"Think long and hard about it, b_tch." The men came closer with their weapons in hand. "But you ain't getting a chance, because I'm beating you to a pulp tonight!"
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