"You again." Zayn's eyes narrowed at the huge baldie in front of him. It's the same man from that restaurant garage. "Seems like you didn't learn," He mumbled quietly. The baldie walked forward and the men surrounding Zayn parted ways for him. He looked at Zayn's masked face with an entertained look. "The garage was a bit dim that day so I didn't get to see your ugly facial appearance clearly and now, you are wearing a mask? Is your face rotten?" When Zayn still didn't reply, the baldie felt irked wondering how he could still keep his cool in a situation like this. "I remember you said it that day that you love violence... Today, we are ready for whatever you throw at us. Just know you wouldn't be stepping out of here without consenting to follow us." Zayn laughed. This laughter annoyed the people in the room. His laughter turned from a loud one to a low one. "How are you going to do that? It seems to me that because your head is shaved and dazzling, most of your

"Congratulations once again." Within the pediatrician office in a prestigious hospital, the happiness in the doctor's voice could be heard as she looked at the two women opposite her. One elderly, the other younger. "As she is still in her first trimester, she should take extreme care of herself so the fetus won't suffer. She is looking malnourished," The doctor's words were directed towards Yasmin Faez. Dahlia just sat quietly with a lost look. There was a trace of disbelief on her face. "Thank you doctor," Yasmin's expression was different from Dahlia's. She looked happy as she collected the brown envelope from the doctor that contained the confirmed test of Dahlia's pregnancy. "I made a list of things she should avoid. The pregnancy is only six weeks old andand in its most delicate state. I also mentioned supplements she should get." Yasmin nodded and made note of everything the doctor mentioned. Throughout the medical session, Dahlia didn't utter a word. Eve

Khalid's lips formed a thin line as he stared back at Shaquille who was looking at him like he could see straight into his heart and the thoughts that dwelled in it. Eventually, the old man answered,"He had to do something. He will be home soon. Don't worry about him." Khalid nodded and glanced at his wristwatch. "I have a meeting with the investors so I have to leave now. Take care father and don't work too hard. You can always leave the tedious ones for me." Shaquille's taut expression finally softened when he heard this. He thought, perhaps he had misunderstood Khalid. But before he could say a word, the latter already walked out of the office. His eyes however strayed on the door as he wondered if he was really overthinking the bad relationship between his sons. "Boss, did you get any info?" Faruq asked as soon as Khalid got to the company's private garage. Khalid had a foul expression as he got into his car. "He didn't want to say anything. Simply told me Zayn h

'Just make your men get the information on who poisoned the old man those years, the location of his first son's family and the family's business dirty secrets. I just have this feeling that my father-in-law isn't as innocent as he seems.' Zayed didn't know how to react to Zayn's words. But he felt irritated that his cousin had been cuckolded to get entangled in a marriage alliance with such a despicable family. But his anger wasn't justified as after all, if it wasn't for Omar those years, his cousin might have lost his life. 'Okay' Zayn went to the next message. It had a saved contact card, Salim. Remember that young juvenile that was with him in the car that day he had gone to attend ADX shareholders meeting. 'Boss, how is your health? I wasn't allowed access to the hospital based on your father's orders. They didn't even let me get close to Mr Shaquille to speak with him.' ' I'm fine.' Salim's response came in less than a minute, 'Those shareholders have been hand

"Do you think this is the only prestigious school in the Emirates? Other schools will gladly accept my son and appreciate our financial gestures more than you!" A woman's voice followed, sounding both arrogant and threatening. "We don't need to aggravate this matter. As long as you apologize to the victim and he agrees to forgive your son's misdeed then the school might consider letting your son off," The dean sounded conflicted. He didn't want to offend the parents but he couldn't afford to offend the Sultan's family. It's like being stuck on a crashing bridge. There is a load of danger ahead and you can't move backwards because the bridge is falling off. "Apologize, my foot! He should even be grateful to receive compensation from us because my son will never hurt someone without a valid reason!" The woman spoke again. At this point, Zayn and professor Khan walked into the office. Zayn had his signature smirk on the face as he asked amusedly, "So it is only justifie