'I had to check moments several times to confirm that I am not seeing things. The business king is back!!' someone commented. 'Humph, you should rephrase your words. He was the ex-business king. It doesn't matter if he's back or not.' 'Regardless, business life is bound to be interesting now that he's back. Say, why do you think he disappeared for so long? He was on the verge of being the top back then.' 'So what? He didn't manage to get to the top and he wouldn't be able to do so now. There are other prominent men ruling the world now.' 'Not all of them could do what he did. A twenty-one year old man managed to make even business veterans shiver those years. Do you really think he can't do it again?' 'He won't be twenty-one forever. So many years have passed. He must be growing beards now. And I don't really believe those rumors stating he was twenty-one. It's probably a man in his thirties hiding behind a facade!' 'Why do you think he disappeared all those years? Did he perhaps
As they walked to the guests, someone called Layla and she had to leave. Shaquille led Zayn to the first guest he wanted to introduce him to. "As-salaam 'alaikum. May Allah bless his new age and grant his heart desires," the man they walked up to prayed as he greeted Shaquille. A single glance at him was enough to make Zayn recognize him. The man standing in front of him is Hussain Malik. A well-known name. There are four families currently leading the wealthy business board in UAE. The first one is Al Ghurair, a diversified conglomerate. The Sultan's family comes second. They specialize in industrial conglomerates, one that has slowly grown into an empire. The next family is Hussain, Hussain Malik. The family's gold mine is real estate. Lastly, we have Al Futtaim group, an auto dealer and investments consortium. There are other remarkable families but these are the ones Zayn could remember for now. The latter smiled genuinely and folded his hands. "Amin. Wa ‘alaikum
"Khalid, where are you going?" Farah held her son's arm as he attempted to leave the party. She noticed how moody he has been since the party started but there was little she could do to help. Khalid gently shook off her hand and tried to leave again without answering her. But she was having none of it. "If you leave, your father will be displeased with you and I am aware you know that isn't an emotion you should warrant now." Khalid snickered. He looked up and scanned the party. His eyes fell upon his father who was with Zayn and Faez's family. "I feel suffocated here." And then, he left. Farah followed him. As he walked up to the balcony, she tried to make him change his mind. "You really shouldn't spend so much time up here. What if your father goes around searching for you?" His response was a cold chuckle. He abruptly stopped, causing his mother to almost run into him. Luckily, she managed to stop herself on time. "Will he?" His cold eyes were on her. "Because
"You did what?" Mrs Faez questioned with an incredulous look. The expression on her face stated that she felt like her daughter is the biggest fool she has ever seen. "Mom, I already submitted the signed papers to the attorney," Dahlia flinched. She knew if this revelation had happened a day earlier, before finding out Zayn's real identity, her mother would probably be the happiest one on earth. "You are going to call that attorney right away and inform him that the divorce won't proceed. You unfilial child!" Mr Faez finally exploded with anger. "I snatched away the company with great difficulty, I am not going to watch it collapse during my regime," He added. "Dad, I already threatened Zayn earlier that he has to show up at the attorney office for the divorce process. Shouldn't I inform him that I'll be canceling the arrangement?" Her parents glared at her. "If you don't terminate that annulment right away, you can forget about being Faez's daughter!" After saying this
Zayn stood in front of the mirror, basking in the glory of his manly physique. A toothbrush was in his hand while his phone was in the other. He arched his brow when he checked the picture he had posted two to three hours ago. It already had five hundred thousand likes, on the way to a million milestone. He checked the comments and snickered. "Never knew I was so popular," He mumbled as he scrolled through the comments that had netizens trolling both Lord Z and Zayn Sultan. Are they aware that the two different persons they are trolling are actually the same person? Zayn shook his head and rinsed off the toothpaste from his mouth. Only a small number of the netizens were expressing their excitement at his return. (As Lord Z.) Others were either asking to know why he disappeared and were even already speculating that he must have offended somebody. As Zayn stepped under the shower, he chuckled. If only they knew he had actually been living a low-key life as a live-in son-
Zayn drove out in the sleek, brand new Bugatti Chiron he had just acquired. This was by far the current most expensive car in the UAE. His father must have spent a lot of effort to get the car. He sped on the road, thinking he had really wanted to go to Mr Mikhail's restaurant in an conservative manner. It was the old man's fault for giving him a new ride, knowing fully well that he can't resist. He got to the restaurant after half an hour. Under the passersby watchful eyes, he maneuvered the car into the restaurant's garage. If he had been a little bit vigilant, he would have noticed that as soon as he drove into the garage, another vehicle, a minivan drove in and parked beside him. But he didn't pay attention to this. He kept his phone and the car key before walking into the restaurant. Once he got in, he almost bumped into Noor who was carrying a stainless steel tray. A scowl appeared on the latter's face when he saw Zayn. "How wonderful of you to show up a da
Slash! Zayn felt the breeze slapped his face as the knife whizzed past, narrowly missing his left eye. He could have sworn the sharp tip of that knife was directly headed to his eye but took a turn at the last minute. Still, he didn't fret. His calm expression surprised and amused the gang. "Are you scared?" The huge man assumed to be the gang leader asked. "You just have to follow us the easy way and we'll cease this violence immediately." A wicked smile danced on Zayn's face as he looked up. He could feel the people holding onto him were distracted and already weakened their hold on him. "What do we do? I just so happen to love violence." Before the gang members had the time to react to his words, he freed one of his hands swiftly and pulled the man close to him. Swinging his fist, he punched the unprepared man hard. "Argh!" A painful scream rang out in the garage. The gang members watched in horror as blood streamed down their colleague's face and he dropp
"Give me a minute," Zayn told the beautiful lawyer and attempted to step aside. However, she stood up. "I'm heading to the mosque. It's almost time for the afternoon prayers. Would it be convenient for you to stay at the reception?" Zayn checked the time on his phone and saw that it was almost four pm. He had missed the first part of the prayers. He quickly returned his phone and informed her,"Let's go together." The lawyer didn't object since she was in a hurry. A mosque was in the neighborhood and people were already walking in. As soon as Zayn and the lawyer performed their ablution, they parted ways since the male section is different from the female section. The prayer only took an hour or so. They met again in front of the mosque entrance. "Permit me to ask. What is your name?" Zayn questioned as they walked. He was checking his call log to find Dahlia's contact. "Just call me Benazir," She answered with a smile. "Have you spoken with your wife?" "I'm about to