"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
Yasmin fell into a deep thought. That cruel look appeared on her face again to indicate that she must be thinking of something certainly not good. She looked up at her daughter and smiled. The kind of smile that would send shivers, fearful shivers down someone's spine. "Call him. Inform him that you are pregnant." "Inform who?" Dahlia was confused. "Call Zayn and tell him that you are pregnant." "Mom..." Dahlia stood up. "I already told you we didn't consummate our marriage. Why should I call him and inform him that I'm pregnant? I thought we promised to hide this away from him." "For how long are we going to hide it? Whether he is the father or not, he will have to accept the child," Yasmin retorted with a resolute look. Dahlia was stunned and even more confused. Why is her mother talking as if Zayn would definitely accept the bastard in her? "Why would he do that?" "That bastard cares about your grandfather right?" Dahlia nodded and Yasmin stood up, walking t
'Just make your men get the information on who poisoned the old man those years, the location of his first son's family and the family's business dirty secrets. I just have this feeling that my father-in-law isn't as innocent as he seems.' Zayed didn't know how to react to Zayn's words. But he felt irritated that his cousin had been cuckolded to get entangled in a marriage alliance with such a despicable family. But his anger wasn't justified as after all, if it wasn't for Omar those years, his cousin might have lost his life. 'Okay' Zayn went to the next message. It had a saved contact card, Salim. Remember that young juvenile that was with him in the car that day he had gone to attend ADX shareholders meeting. 'Boss, how is your health? I wasn't allowed access to the hospital based on your father's orders. They didn't even let me get close to Mr Shaquille to speak with him.' ' I'm fine.' Salim's response came in less than a minute, 'Those shareholders have been hand
"Say, if I release this piece of news anonymously to the press, how much of a scandal would it cause for that bastard?" Farah's excited voice snapped Khalid back to reality. "They have always wanted something about that secluded legitimate son. Now, they'll have a lot to feast on. I'd even be able to make extra cash—" "Mom," he interjected. "You will do no such thing." "Why?" Farah almost whined in disappointment. Why has her son been acting so cowardly towards that young bastard? Khalid rubbed his eyes. "You are thinking about the scandal it will cause for Zayn. What about our family? The family's reputation will be dragged down too." "So..." Farah retorted. "Have they ever treated us like family? Why would I still be living in this house as an unmarried mistress if your father treats us as family? Why are you still being regarded as the illegitimate son and not the eldest young master of the Sultan's family?" Khalid gritted his teeth. His mother knows quite well what h
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