Yasmin walked forward and snatched away the papers in the lawyer's hands, unable to believe his words. She flipped through the pages and her face contorted with anger when she saw that it really was a divorce agreement. Isn't it supposed to be a chauffeur sent to lead Dahlia to Sultan's estate? How did the situation turn out to be like this? Her eyes landed on one part of the divorce papers and she sneered coldly. Bringing out her phone, she dialed a number. "Layla, is this how you show respect to our family?" She completely lost all sense of courtesy and exploded. "What do you mean?" Layla acted oblivious as she didn't want to exchange words with this senseless woman over the phone. "You... Is this how your family is going to repay us? Zayn practically lived here for the past three years. Eating our food, living in our house, hogging around our daughter yet all you can do in return is to present a divorce agreement?" Layla's stomach churned with disgust. As far as she
It was only when Zayn got to Al Iwan that he realized what Salim had meant earlier when he said, 'One of the investors is really eager to see you.' Since he went to the restaurant as his second identity, Lord Z, he was given much more respect than before. He noticed that the manager of the restaurant heeded his advice and replaced the receptionist. The new one was quite respectful as she led him to the bodyguards that were awaiting his arrival. He was led to one of the diamond Vip rooms in the restaurant. Seeing two guards standing by both sides of the entrance, he wondered who his investor was. He had read her information in the car on her way here. Though there wasn't a picture attached and there was a lot of redundant information. Name: Alina Sanchez. Her last name suggested she isn't a true breed of UAE, perhaps a half-caste. Age: Twenty Eight. She is quite young, just three years older than him. Occupation: Ceo of Sanchez Group. He'd quickly skimmed t
"Mom, did you leak the pictures?" Khalid turned around in the swiveling chair and massaged his aching temple. His eyes stared directly at the high glass windows of the office. After he told her against it, she still went ahead to defy his instruction. "No. Of course not. I already promised you," Farah's sweet voice answered. Khalid turned around and picked up the tablet he had abandoned on the desk. He switched it on and stared hard at the tabloid. His hands swiped swiftly through the marriage certificate that was posted online and the wedding pictures. Even though the man's face was blurred out, he could still recognize Zayn. This looked like something his mother would absolutely do which explains why he is hesitating to believe her. Farah sensed his unbelief because she immediately backed up her claims. "I really didn't do it. I was also surprised to see the pictures online. You don't know how mad I was that someone beat me to it. But I already promised I wouldn't do
Zayn got into bed and checked the stock market. Going through his investments and realizing that like before, every stock he invested in was rising not declining, he smiled. The 'ding' sound came every now and then, indicating that his account balance was increasing. He put away the phone and closed his eyes. He only meant to take a quick nap, unknowingly, he drifted off to a deep slumber. If only he had accepted his mother's offer and ate like she requested, he wouldn't have been so hungry the next day. He appeared surprised when he woke up to see that the time displayed on the wall clock was a few minutes past seven. How did he sleep for so long? He got out of bed and all he could think of was how to get food to appease his starved stomach. If others were surprised at him showing up at the dining room in PJs, they didn't show it. He greeted everyone and proceeded to stuff his mouth with food. But just as he took a bite of the fresh bread on the table, someone
The bodyguards grew furious on Zayn's behalf. They have been waiting in the conference room for hours under the guise that the Ceo was entertaining a special guest. However, the lewd man's guest was actually his mistress. How could their young master suffer such a grievance? But, they were forced to hold back their temper when they saw how calm Zayn was. The latter took a seat opposite the Ceo. He didn't even react to Khalifa's fat consumed body and simply grazed his eyes over the nude body of the mistress. The woman was quite young and a bit beautiful. How did she condone the old man's hands on her body? As if she sensed his gaze, she looked at him and blushed slightly. Zayn turned to Khalifa who had noticed the little eye exchange just now and was boiling with anger. "Hello, Ceo Khalifa. I am Lord Z." "I know that," Khalifa grunted. "They already told me why you are here." He pointed at his secretaries who were standing side-by-side. Silence ensued for his wom
"This is an open area. It's not convenient. If we head into a private room, it would be easier for us to talk." Zayn mouthed the last few words silently, mindful of the waiter approaching. The one he was talking to, looked up with her huge dark sunglasses. He almost couldn't hide his disbelief at her mode of dressing. In all the years he had been married to Dahlia, he noticed she preferred knee-length clothes to long, overflowing abaya like most women. For the first time, she was actually wearing a modest black abaya with a burqa. Only her eyes were visible. However, they were also hidden by the huge sunglasses. Who wears sunglasses at night? When he saw the way she held her scarf and looked around cautiously, he realized she probably only dressed that way because she was afraid some paparazzi or reporter might be lurking nearby. He turned around and led the way to his private room skillfully like someone who's been there several times which is in fact true. Dah
Faruq walked in with a file. He handed it over to Khalid. "Here is a copy of the statement of accounts from the finance department." "What's wrong with it?" "The system detected that there's been a fraud attempt and apparently this isn't the first time." Khalid was perplexed. A fraud. His brows knitted as he flipped through the pages carefully, reading the contents on it slowly like he was afraid he would miss anything. But he got to the last page and couldn't find anything amiss. The figures looked exactly the same. Then... The migraine came again. He dropped the papers on the table and massaged his aching temple. His eyes closed in pain. "Get a financial analyst to check it out and report back to me as soon as possible," he managed to say. Faruq nodded before asking,"Are you alright sir? Do you need to see the doctor?" Khalid shook his head and brought out some painkillers from a drawer. As he popped the pills into his mouth, he said,"I'll be fine. Did you find o
[Good morning boss. I didn't get to tell you this yesterday but actually, we have two investors. Miss Alina decided to invest.] Zayn's eyes squinted in surprise as he read Salim's message. He headed to the gym in Sultan's villa after jogging around for some kilometers. He had only just finished his workout and was wiping off the sweat on his face when he saw the message. A maid was passing by and noticed the slightly opened door. She peeked and salivated at Zayn's sweaty yet gorgeous figure. His hair was falling forward on his face due to how sweaty he was and this only made him appear more manly. "She actually agreed to invest," Zayn chuckled. This sound frightened the maid that she might get caught so she scurried off instantly. Zayn left the room still reading the message over and over again to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Isn't Alina supposed to be mad at the way he rejected her overtures before it even began? Why did she invest then? Does she have some