His father didn't reply but as soon as he opened the envelope and brought out the letter in it, he saw the bold ink, American University In The Emirates . His brows furrowed as he read what was in the letter. "Father, when did this letter arrive?" "A week before you returned," Shaquille was wiping the glass figurines on his shelves gingerly. "Why didn't you reject it?" Zayn's face had a hint of displeasure as he dropped the letter on the table. Shaquille's hands stopped moving and he looked up. "The research is bound to start tomorrow. You can't reject it now." Zayn frowned. "Papa, you could have rejected it when you had the chance. I am not interested in joining any research." Shaquille's expression didn't change but he said,"The device in your hand... That mobile was created single handedly by one of their students. You didn't reject the mobile but you want to reject their offer. When did you start owing favors?" Zayn's eyes narrowed. This damn old man... He'
Zayn paused. Why does the professor standing opposite him with a wrinkled smile on his face look so familiar? A tight embrace shook him out of his thoughts and he stood frozen in shock as professor Drake suddenly walked forward and hugged him tightly. Gasps rang out in the room. "Who do you think that man is?" Someone asked. "Professor Drake is one of the strictest professors in this college. I have never seen him smile before. But for him to hug that man... Who is he?" "Could he be Professor Drake's son?" Eyes turned to the person that said this. She immediately tried to rephrase her words. "Or perhaps, a new transfer student." Amidst the students' wild guesses, professor Drake spoke, "I finally get to meet you. You created quite a ruckus back then in school. My friend always had to visit the school nurse for painkillers because of you." Realization dawned on Zayn. So professor Drake must have taught in that foreign college he got his IT degree from. Profes
"Sir, I asked around but the attorneys were quite tight-lipped. None was willing to say a word stating that it's against their ethics to give out information about clients." Khalid's handsome face adorned a frown as he glared at the man in front of him. Seeing his expression, the terrified man quickly added,"But I managed to find that the attorney is a divorce lawyer." A trace of surprise flashed on Khalid's face. Divorce lawyer? Why would Zayn visit a divorce lawyer? "And I also managed to acquire that Zayn visited that old restaurant to meet his friend. However, he seemed to have offended the restaurant owner because the senile old man had nothing good to say about him. He didn't even want to talk about him." Khalid laughed softly when he heard this. He isn't surprised since it's his brother's nature to offend people easily. He looked a bit satisfied at this report as he nodded,"Good. This is enough for now. Last night, he and father discussed something privately and
Zayn felt the strength seeping out of him. He could feel his soul leaving. The pain was brutal but all he could do was gnash his teeth. He was beginning to grow weak and his eyes were drooping. He could hardly hear the students and professors' commotion. Just when he'd thought... It was over. His body system began overflowing with something strong. So overwhelming that it messed with his senses. He couldn't take the intense intrusion anymore... His eyes closed as he passed out. And then, all he could see was darkness.**** Contrary to Zayn's thoughts, a lot of assassins and hackers actually pulled up to accept the S++ missions. Each time an assassin or hacker joined the mission, all those who are connected to the dark web worldwide would have their phones vibrating loudly. Rashid checked the update of the missions keenly. He was both stupefied and amused at the number of people that have accepted the jobs, which is still counting. He didn't think so many people would v
"How did this young man get electrocuted in the first place?" Zayn could hear the unfamiliar voice ask... Probably the doctor. He remained still in bed, not opening his eyes or saying a word to let them know he was awake. "There was a little circuit mishap and he got electrocuted in the process. Is he alright now?" Professor Khan asked worriedly. Zayn thought, truly the high-tech keyboards had a few wires underneath them but it couldn't have caused such a huge electrocution without a trigger. "He is fine. He will have to spend the night here so we could monitor his health. Even though he is not showing any side effects now, we can't be too sure." 'Spend the night here? What about the ADX shareholders meeting?' Zayn's eyes flew open and they noticed he was awake. The four professors with the doctor rushed to him. "Brat, you almost frightened us to death. How do you feel?" Professor Drake asked. "I feel like I got hit by a train," Zayn answered honestly, causing a bout
"Boss, we could just decline it if you are off color. I can go instead. These people don't really know you anyway." One of the cars that arrived at ADX was occupied by Zayn, an unknown juvenile who'd look like a young boy if someone didn't look a little closer and two bodyguards. Zayn's eyes were closed as his head was resting against the headrest. He looked quite pale which prompted the boy to say what he said. However, Zayn's cold eyes flew open. "They made so much effort to lure me out. The least I could do is to honor their efforts. Ploys like this won't stop anytime soon... It didn't stop those years and it certainly wouldn't stop now." The boy looked disheartened for Zayn. He was annoyed that these annoying and greedy businessmen keep on trying to trick his boss. No one truly understands Zayn. They don't know how hard he'd worked those years, struggling to keep his identity as Lord Z and juggling between different disciplines in school. All they know is the man who'
"What are you trying to insinuate Lord Z?" The Ceo asked with a darkened gaze. He should be old enough to be this brat's uncle if not father yet he is showing such blatant disrespect. Zayn stood up and walked to the bar chart displayed on the board. Everyone watched, wondering what he was going to do. He didn't disappoint them. "In all these years that the company's income has gradually reduced, did the shareholders profit reduce?" They exchanged quizzical giggles and murmured but no one answered him directly. He laughed softly and questioned,"I wonder if the company is for everyone or just the Ceo because it seems to me that he has been the one taking the brunt all these years." The Ceo's eyes widened. How did he know!? Zayn pointed at the board. "Why wouldn't this company fail if the owners aren't finding a solution instead finding a way to milk out the last gain from it like you are doing!?" The shareholders weren't liking his rude but factual words one bit. "Som
"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
The board members exchanged puzzled glances, struggling to comprehend Zayn's sudden divergence from their expectations. The air thickened with anticipation as they yearned for a deeper understanding of his motives.In a surprising turn of events, Zayn shifted the spotlight to his elder brother, Khalid, whose eyes glistened with a mixture of gratitude and remorse. Zayn's voice softened as he introduced Khalid as the most suitable candidate for the CEO position.Zayn's voice carried a firm resolve as he continued, offering his unexpected proposal. "I believe Khalid is the right candidate for the CEO position. His exceptional skills and experience make him the ideal leader to guide the Sultan's Empire towards a prosperous future.""I have faith in his abilities and his dedication to the success of Sultan's Empire," Zayn added, his words filled with genuine support and forgiveness. "He has proven himself capable, and I believe he will lead this company to new heights."The room fell into
However, as he approached Khalid, he sensed a distinct cold shoulder, a barrier that prevented any immediate confrontation. In his thoughts, Zayn contemplated the complexities of their relationship, knowing that their issues could not be resolved in a single conversation.Zayn's thoughts raced, filled with a mixture of frustration and longing. "Why is Khalid shutting me out? Can't we find a way to bridge this divide between us? We're brothers, after all." He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, realizing that their strained relationship would require time and effort to heal.Meanwhile, Khalid's mind was clouded with conflicting emotions. "How can I face Zayn after all this time? Our past grievances have left deep scars, and it's easier to keep my distance. But deep down, I still care. I just don't know how to reconcile the conflicting emotions within me."As the two brothers left the scene together, a palpable tension hung in the air. Their unspoken thoughts echoed, a si
Amidst the chaos, the blaring sirens of approaching police vehicles pierced through the commotion, cutting through the tension-filled air. A collective sigh of relief swept through the room as the guests realized that help had finally arrived. Conversations erupted in murmurs of gratitude and appreciation, blending with the chaotic energy of the moment.One voice, filled with relief, exclaimed, "Thank goodness the police are here! I never thought I'd be so grateful to see those flashing lights."Another guest, speaking softly to his companion: "We can breathe a little easier now. The authorities will take control of the situation and ensure our safety."Officer Harris, the commanding officer leading the police force, barked out orders, his voice carrying an air of authority. "Secure the premises! Apprehend the criminals and ensure the safety of all guests!"Whispered conversations filled the room as guests leaned in closer to their companions, sharing their thoughts and emotions."I
Inside the auction hall, the murmurs among the guests swelled with concern and curiosity. "What's happening?" one whispered, his voice filled with worry. "This is getting out of hand.""Do you think they'll be alright?" another asked, her tone laced with genuine worry. "And do you think we are safe because I'm a little bit scared?" The once glamorous event had transformed into a scene of suspense and unease."I just feel we should calm down and hope nothing happens after now. Agitating will only cause us more harm than good." A companion responded, her voice filled with calmness and fearlessness.Meanwhile, the virtual space continued to crackle with anticipation as viewers hastily typed their thoughts and emotions into the livestream comment section. "Oh my goodness, what is happening?" one viewer exclaimed, his words appearing in a flurry of text. "I can't believe this twist! Will Zayn and Khalid be able to escape?" another comment questioned, punctuated by a string of anxious emo
The livestream page buzzed with a flurry of comments, the virtual audience captivated by the unfolding events. As the revelation that Zayn was Lord Z spread like wildfire, the comment section exploded with reactions, both shocked and intrigued. One of the users exclaimed, "No way! Zayn is Lord Z? My mind is blown!" Another user expressed disbelief, "I never saw that coming! This is crazy!" While another user poured out her thought into the comment section, "Wait, so all those rumors were true? Zayn is the infamous Lord Z?" Amidst the virtual chaos, Twitter experienced an overwhelming surge in activity, unable to handle the sudden influx of tweets and crashing under the weight of the online frenzy. Hashtags related to Zayn and Lord Z flooded the trending section, dominating the digital landscape. One other user remarked, "My timeline is exploding! Zayn just broke the internet!" Another user chuckled, "Twitter can't handle the truth! Zayn as Lord Z is the plot twist of the cent
Cameras clicked discreetly as reporters positioned themselves to capture the grand entrance of Lord Z. They exchanged excited glances, knowing that this unexpected appearance would make for a compelling story.Zayn's mind raced with questions, his brows furrowing as he contemplated what the man was saying. "Why would he want Lord Z to make an appearance at this auction? What could be the purpose behind it?" he pondered silently.The room fell into a hush, all eyes fixated on the stage. The anticipation grew palpable, the air heavy with expectation. Reporters adjusted their lenses, eager to capture the moment when Lord Z would step into the spotlight.However, much to the guests' surprise and disappointment, no one rose from their seats. Confusion washed over the attendees, their faces portraying a mixture of bewilderment and frustration."What's going on? Is this some kind of a ruse?" murmured a guest, his voice laced with suspicion.The man on stage, undeterred by the crowd's react
Khalid couldn't hide his satisfaction as he observed Zayn's discomfort under Shaquille's piercing gaze. "Let's see how he squirms this time," Khalid thought, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. But his expression quickly shifted when Zayn confidently answered the question, leaving Khalid both surprised and slightly unnerved.As the meeting drew to a close, participants started to disperse, their minds abuzz with thoughts of the upcoming auction. Khalid couldn't help but approach Zayn, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Impressive, Zayn. I must admit, I didn't expect you to have the answer," he remarked, his tone laced with a mix of surprise and admiration.Zayn smiled modestly, his gaze focused on Khalid. "Well, I believe in being prepared," he replied, his voice calm and composed.Days passed, and the much-anticipated day of the auction finally arrived. Zayn's uneasiness remained persistent, gnawing at the back of his mind. Salim, who had been diligently investigating th
As Alina poured herself into the intricate web of organizing the auction, an underlying sense of anticipation lingered. The attendance of Lord Z at the auction held the promise of unraveled mysteries and long-awaited revelations.She declared, "The time has come to bring light to the shadows, to unlock the secrets that lie within. This auction will mark the turning point in my quest for knowledge and discovery. And I won't rest until every mystery is laid bare."*****Meanwhile, a sense of urgency gripped Zayn as he realized he had to make his way to the Sultan's empire. He urgently conveyed, "Zayed, now that I have been able to get in touch with Mr. Faez and Dahlia, I'm a bit satisfied. The fact that they're aware of what happened to Omar settles things a lit, it will make Omar happy seeing them."With that settled, Zayn's attention turned to a new challenge that awaited him. His father, Shaquille, had unexpectedly summoned a meeting with the company's representatives to discuss t
With an outstretched hand clutching a ringing phone, she tried to catch her breath, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and concern."Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt, but the call is very urgent, and they have requested to speak to you immediately," she informed, her tone reflecting the urgency of the situation."An urgent call? This can't be ignored. I wonder who it could be and what it's about. I hope it doesn't hinder our progress with the investors. I need to handle this promptly and find out what's going on." Alina's thoughts rushed like a windAlina furrowed her brows as she absorbed the gravity of the message. "Who is it?" she inquired, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern."Why would someone call me with such urgency? It must be something significant. I can't help but wonder who it is and what they want. I need to find out more information to understand the situation." Her thoughts kept racing"It's Mr. Raheem from Abu Dhabi," the assistant revealed, h