"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
"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
Noticing his slightly convinced expression, professor Tang asked, "Do you mind explaining in detail what exactly happened at the company?" Zayn stared at him and he gave a reassuring nod in return to urge him. No one would hear that they suddenly possess psychic powers or superpowers and won't be alarmed. "I was fighting with those hoodlums as I used to but I noticed some specific details. My body seemed to move on its own whenever it sensed danger." Professor Tang adjusted his reading glasses and took a mental note of what Zayn said. "There was this surprising incident... They had guns. I could have knocked out the guns from their hands and attacked them but I kept on dodging the bullets instinctively until all their guns were emptied. None touched me or even grazed any part of my body." Professor Tang didn't hide his awe at this. What Zayn said just now has only ever been witnessed in movies, for it to occur in reality? Who wouldn't find it thrilling? "There was this t
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