Zayn got into bed and checked the stock market. Going through his investments and realizing that like before, every stock he invested in was rising not declining, he smiled. The 'ding' sound came every now and then, indicating that his account balance was increasing. He put away the phone and closed his eyes. He only meant to take a quick nap, unknowingly, he drifted off to a deep slumber. If only he had accepted his mother's offer and ate like she requested, he wouldn't have been so hungry the next day. He appeared surprised when he woke up to see that the time displayed on the wall clock was a few minutes past seven. How did he sleep for so long? He got out of bed and all he could think of was how to get food to appease his starved stomach. If others were surprised at him showing up at the dining room in PJs, they didn't show it. He greeted everyone and proceeded to stuff his mouth with food. But just as he took a bite of the fresh bread on the table, someone

"This is an open area. It's not convenient. If we head into a private room, it would be easier for us to talk." Zayn mouthed the last few words silently, mindful of the waiter approaching. The one he was talking to, looked up with her huge dark sunglasses. He almost couldn't hide his disbelief at her mode of dressing. In all the years he had been married to Dahlia, he noticed she preferred knee-length clothes to long, overflowing abaya like most women. For the first time, she was actually wearing a modest black abaya with a burqa. Only her eyes were visible. However, they were also hidden by the huge sunglasses. Who wears sunglasses at night? When he saw the way she held her scarf and looked around cautiously, he realized she probably only dressed that way because she was afraid some paparazzi or reporter might be lurking nearby. He turned around and led the way to his private room skillfully like someone who's been there several times which is in fact true. Dah

[Good morning boss. I didn't get to tell you this yesterday but actually, we have two investors. Miss Alina decided to invest.] Zayn's eyes squinted in surprise as he read Salim's message. He headed to the gym in Sultan's villa after jogging around for some kilometers. He had only just finished his workout and was wiping off the sweat on his face when he saw the message. A maid was passing by and noticed the slightly opened door. She peeked and salivated at Zayn's sweaty yet gorgeous figure. His hair was falling forward on his face due to how sweaty he was and this only made him appear more manly. "She actually agreed to invest," Zayn chuckled. This sound frightened the maid that she might get caught so she scurried off instantly. Zayn left the room still reading the message over and over again to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Isn't Alina supposed to be mad at the way he rejected her overtures before it even began? Why did she invest then? Does she have some

[Tell me... What have you found?] Three dots appeared on the phone screen to show that Rashid was typing his own response when a student suddenly called Zayn's name from afar. He looked up and saw that a group of boys and girls were waving at him. It was already closing time at the university. He waved back and turned his attention back to the phone when it vibrated. [Here, is this Omar's first son you asked me to search for?] There was a picture attached to it. Zayn checked it and he almost fell in shock. There was an identical face to Mr Faez in the picture, only that the man looked older. If it wasn't because of the fact that Zayn lived in the Faez's household for three years, he wouldn't be able to recognize the man in the picture. He was looking so aged and wearier than they'd last met. His clothes were all torn and tattered. In short, he looked like a mad man. [Where is this place?] [Somewhere in LA. Do not worry. I have gotten people to take him to a good

Zayn noticed the spurious smile on Faruq's face when he nodded to Shaquille's request like he was okay with it. As he led Zayn to the departments, it left the latter wondering why he accepted to show him around when he was clearly not so happy with it. "This is the finance department. The production department. The..." Faruq went on and on, leading him to so many departments that he lost count. At last, he was led to an office. It is decorated to one's taste and unlike Khalid's darker colors, this one had beautiful colors of purple. As Zayn sat down, Faruq wondered what next he was supposed to do. He was the one that directed the research himself when Khalid instructed him to find out what Zayn learnt abroad. He knows clearly more than anyone else that the second young master has literally no knowledge in business. So what was the chairman thinking, bringing a quack to the company?! While he was thinking of this, Zayn spoke,"The paperwork." "Huh?" He snapped out of