[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
Rahman stood up from the bed. The spot he placed his feet on instantly had a dent like a medium-sized meteorite had descended from the sky and landed on that place. Rahman looked down at the hole and frowned. He walked to one of the huge windows in the room. The grounds shook with each step he took. It is very obvious now that this isn't the Rahman we know. Who is this? Why does he look so powerful and evil? What has he done to the previous Rahman, the original owner of the body? What are his true intentions? He got to the window and let out a small opening. As soon as his palm shot out again, a dark cloud formed outside creating a hurricane. It was a harmless one. Rahman watched it. When he got bored of how harmless the hurricane looked, he made it envelope into a bigger one and released it into the city to cause havoc. He actually has the powers to create hurricanes? Who exactly is he? Stroking his chin, he looked out and said,"Which world is this?" He scanned thro
Zayn noticed the spurious smile on Faruq's face when he nodded to Shaquille's request like he was okay with it. As he led Zayn to the departments, it left the latter wondering why he accepted to show him around when he was clearly not so happy with it. "This is the finance department. The production department. The..." Faruq went on and on, leading him to so many departments that he lost count. At last, he was led to an office. It is decorated to one's taste and unlike Khalid's darker colors, this one had beautiful colors of purple. As Zayn sat down, Faruq wondered what next he was supposed to do. He was the one that directed the research himself when Khalid instructed him to find out what Zayn learnt abroad. He knows clearly more than anyone else that the second young master has literally no knowledge in business. So what was the chairman thinking, bringing a quack to the company?! While he was thinking of this, Zayn spoke,"The paperwork." "Huh?" He snapped out of
However, despite what they thought, Rahman simply walked forward to the one that had asked the question. Everyone sucked in a deep breath as they waited for the man's head to roll on the floor. "Haha!" They looked up when Rahman suddenly laughed. Everyone was stunned. While they were doing this, they didn't know that the one standing in front of them was searching through the memories of the previous owner of the body to find out why he hated this unknown Lord Z. "When he took the business world by storm years back, he caused so many businesses to dwindle including my father's. That led to my dad's unexpected illness that eventually killed him and left me orphaned." A hush fell upon the room. Everyone looked at each other. They didn't know this was the reason. They thought like others, he only wanted to capture Lord Z to make him a business slave. "Now tell me, why should I let such a brutal man live?" Rahman yelled. "When I capture him, I am going to sell him to be
"You can't sit there!" The director stood up and pointed at Zayn. "Have you no respect at all? Did no one ever tell you that when elders are talking, juveniles aren't allowed to join?" "Director Hassan!" Shaquille felt offended. The director didn't relent. He glared at Zayn who just sat down like he didn't even hear anything. The director furiously turned to others who gave him subtle signs to sit down. Actually, they had all rushed here today because they heard that the chairman had gotten a new Ceo and even had Khalid removed as the vice president. They felt it sounded absurd at first. Why will the chairman elect a Ceo without their consent? And why will he remove Khalid who has been an active member of the board members? But the news was singlehandedly delivered to them by Farah, the chairman's mistress herself. Why would she lie about such critical matters? "Forgive my manners. I haven't had a chance to introduce my son, Zayn Sultan." The directors excha
"Deal!" A shocked silence fell upon the room. Shaquille stood up. "Are you crazy?!" He breathed heavily as he looked at Zayn with angry eyes. Zayn pretended to be oblivious and turned to the three directors that seemed to be targeting him. Director Hassan, director Quam and director Malik. "But... What if I win?" The directors looked at each other with confused expressions. "What's in it for me? What do I get?" "You get to stay in the company," Director Hassan answered shamelessly. A low murmur rang out between the remaining directors. They felt director Hassan was being unfair. Zayn gets kicked out of the company and loses his inheritance if he loses. But if he wins, he gets to stay? That's just too unfair. But who are they to object? These directors are senior directors. Why they seem to dislike Zayn is unknown. Zayn shook his head sideways to indicate 'no'. "You three get kicked out of your seats too and in future, you won't be allowed to step into the
Once it was done, it threw the other party into a frenzied confusion while the system in front of Zayn began to transmit their info. When two bold words appeared, Zayn's brows furrowed. "Abu Dhabi?" Even the employees murmured. The virus had attacked the other party's IP address and revealed their location. Salim exchanged a look with Zayn. Did they offend anyone from Abu Dhabi recently? But while the system was still transmitting the info, Zayn turned away. This was a trivial matter. Compared to the one Sultan's empire is facing. "Follow me," He dismissed the employees and gestured at Salim. The female employees felt reluctant to leave but they couldn't disobey their boss' orders. "Did you hire anyone from Abu Dhabi recently?" Zayn questioned as they walked to the Ceo's office. "A lot," Salim gave a curt reply. "I was thinking it was an insider job but alas... We can't possibly suspect every employee from Abu Dhabi." Zayn stroked his chin. "Instruct someone
"Boss, the bug was able to transmit some of their conversation. Seems like Lord Z is searching for some kind of info and will head to a florist shop tomorrow," the man sitting in front of a huge system spoke as he turned his swiveling chair around to face Rahman and the other men. Rahman frowned. "A florist shop? Which florist shop? Why would Lord Z search for info at a florist shop?" The man shrugged. "Their voices were pretty low. The bug only managed to pick up the loudest part of their conversation so I can't really say the exact info he is searching for. But I can dispatch men to keep a lookout at every florist shop in the city." Rahman nodded and waved his hands to indicate 'yes'. "I didn't expect that brat would be so smart to decode our firewall and attack our systems. But luckily, you were able to plant the spy bugs on time." "Boss, it's done," Another man informed Rahman. "Then tomorrow, we'll strike when he least expects it."**** The next day, Zayn went to th
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