"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
Professor Tang's face contorted with confusion. He stroked his chin for a minute before looking at Zayn. "I haven't gone into that depth so I do not know the exact name to give that strange psychic power of yours. I'll study the book when I return to the lodge and inform you whatever I find." Zayn nodded. He sat back on the chair and turned to the direction of the students in front of the system. It all started with a single mishap from the system. Who knew a single incidence would lead to the discovery of so many things? A small smirk appeared on his lips. Starting from the day he'd accidentally gained some of the psychic powers of Wang Chi's Principle, he could feel... Had this nagging feeling that his life wasn't going to be so simple anymore.**** At this moment, a strange thing occurred in a monastery located in the southern part of China. The grounds shook violently causing some of the nearby medicinal trees to collapse. The Temple's bell clashed, ringing violentl
[Tell me... What have you found?] Three dots appeared on the phone screen to show that Rashid was typing his own response when a student suddenly called Zayn's name from afar. He looked up and saw that a group of boys and girls were waving at him. It was already closing time at the university. He waved back and turned his attention back to the phone when it vibrated. [Here, is this Omar's first son you asked me to search for?] There was a picture attached to it. Zayn checked it and he almost fell in shock. There was an identical face to Mr Faez in the picture, only that the man looked older. If it wasn't because of the fact that Zayn lived in the Faez's household for three years, he wouldn't be able to recognize the man in the picture. He was looking so aged and wearier than they'd last met. His clothes were all torn and tattered. In short, he looked like a mad man. [Where is this place?] [Somewhere in LA. Do not worry. I have gotten people to take him to a good