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
Zayn closed his eyes and grunted in pain. Why was his head aching so much? The door opened and he could hear multiple footsteps. Some people stood beside him. Then he heard one of them, a familiar voice say; "Why didn't you let me inform the cops what really happened? I literally saw the boss shoot thunderbolts from his bare fingers." Zayn's closed eyes shook. He was slowly beginning to remember what had happened. "Shut up dumbass," The second bodyguard that had been trapped in the conference room with Zayn cautioned his colleague. "It's an electric zap not a thunderbolt. Would the cops have believed us if we told them that?" "But, they were suspicious after discovering that the entire power system of ADX company went off at the moment the fight ensued. Say... Do you think the power blackout that happened is related to the boss' powers?" "How long have I been unconscious?" The guards were startled to see Zayn's cold eyes staring at them. They immediately shut their