Shaquille was having brunch at the dining room when he heard this. The tea cup in his hand fell and shattered into pieces. "What?" His body trembled with anger. He didn't go to the empire today because there was barely little work for him and with the ruckus the directors and Zayn caused, he'd sincerely lost his interest. He knew when Layla was leaving because she seemed happy and was gushing all about how Ramadan was up and coming. "Yes master. She and her maid were abducted," The bodyguards admitted. "What are you still doing? Dispatch people to search for my wife immediately! If she and that girl don't come back here in one piece, forget about losing your jobs, your lives would be gone too!" He ended the call and almost threw the phone away. "I should inform Zayn," He spoke on the spur of the moment and was beginning to dial his son's number when he suddenly remembered the problem at the company. This was already the second day of the three days ultimatum Z
Zayn walked into the restroom and disappeared as soon as he got in. Based on the memories of the vision he had, when he reopened his eyes, he was in the old, abandoned house his mother had been abducted to. "Ahhh!!! Let... Me.. Go!" He got there just in time to see the disgusting thugs tearing off Sarita's clothes. His mother was crying bitterly just like it had been in the revelation. His eyes turned red with anger. With a raging flash, he moved and then... Bam! He picked up one of the thugs on Sarita and threw him off. The man crashed terribly on the floor, groaning in pain. For a stunned moment, the laughter ceased as other thugs stared at Zayn, wondering who he was and how he got in! "Hey! Who are you? How dare you sneak into this place? Are you courting death?" One of the thugs yelled. He came to a conclusion that one of his stupid minions had probably left the entrance unlocked causing Zayn to sneak in. But the latter was courageous to have done so. "Aren't yo
The soldiers trooped in and apprehended the thugs. They didn't even care for those that had broken their arms or other parts of their body and directly pulled them. This caused the thugs to howl in pain. "Is she alright?" Shaquille asked. He walked to Zayn while holding Layla's hand. His wife seemed to be trembling. Just then, the door opened again and the cops trooped in. The soldiers were obviously surprised to see them because they couldn't think of anyone that would have informed them. Zayn knew it was Salim but he didn't mention a word. "We'll take it from here," The chief informed the soldiers who didn't argue as it was the police job to catch these criminals in the first place. Some of the cops recognized quite a number of the thugs as they had already been deemed wanted in the station. "Thank you very much Mr Zayn," The chief came up to Zayn. "We have been searching all over for these criminals that's been terrorizing the civilians' peace." Zayn nodded. But
"It is him!" Alina's chair jerked as she stood. She stared at the tab in shock. Unfortunately, the live stream didn't show Zayn's face again till it ended. "How is this possible?" She scrambled forward and grabbed the tab. She quickly searched for some keywords that had 'Sultan', soon enough, a lot of videos popped up. She found the one she was searching for and played it. When she saw Zayn's side profile again, she turned ashen with shock. "How can it be him? Isn't his name Zen?" Even though she watched the video just twice, she could recognize him. A pop-up appeared on the screen to show that the video was no longer available, that is, it had been deleted. Alina tapped her fingers on the table rapidly as she thought about Zen or should she call him Zayn now? The mysterious and surprisingly charming smirk on his face that night appeared on her mind for no reason. She thought of that unruly young man Iris had desperately tried to force her to look at. To think o
"I'm listening," Zayn snapped out of his thoughts and indicated that he was still on the line. "According to his reports, he said he found evidence that Yasmin was behind the poison Omar was given. Even till this very moment, he is still being fed." Zayn's eyes shot wide open. He clenched his fists in anger. "What are you saying?" "He believes she has her own allies among the medical team assigned to Omar where he has been transported to. If you remember, all the doctors suddenly stopped taking care of Omar when you still lived with the Faez's family on claims that they weren't paid." Zayn subconsciously nodded. That was one of the reasons he had to work as a chef in that miserly restaurant to be able to afford the expensive medicines Omar required. "It was all a lie!" Zayed sounded angry on his cousin's behalf. "She secretly invited doctors and supposedly lied to her husband that they would ensure he doesn't die... Actually, Omar has been fed little doses of the cold po
"Boss, we were checking the server again, just in case we missed any information," Salim announced when Zayn walked into the office. It took quite a long time for him to get to ADX because apparently there had been a fatal automobile crash on the way and it took a lot of time for the officials to handle it which resulted in traffic. Salim and Rashid were in front of the computer when he arrived. Zayn took a seat in front of them and took over the system. Before he began operating it, he gave Salim a pointed look. "I want you to find out every dirty little secret Yasmin Faez is hiding. If necessary, hack her phone. I want to know her history. The ones she deleted and the ones that are still available. I need to know the people she has been communicating with." Salim looked perturbed at this request but he shook his head to indicate 'OKAY' before setting to work. Rashid looked at Salim who was operating one computer and Zayn operating another. He bent his head low to ask.
The mouse moved on the pad as Salim peered into the computer. "That's true. It states that there is only a housekeeper living there. Then who exactly bought the property from director Malik?" Zayn stood up and stretched his stiff hands. "We can only find out one way. Salim, send fake info to the cops. They are the only ones that can search the house with a search warrant. If my guess turns out to be right, the cops won't go out of the manor empty-handed." Salim and Rashid exchanged a relieved look. Finally, they got a clue and hopefully, all the mysteries will come to an end tomorrow. Salim hurriedly sent a message to the cops. He used Zayn's identity because the cops won't just swing into action cause someone asked them to. Then they all retired for the night.**** It was almost midnight when Zayn got back to the Sultan's residence. The first place he went to was Khalid's room. He almost regretted that he did so when he met Farrah in the room. "Zayn! You are finall
"Sir, look at what we found," The cop pointed at a safe. Director Malik discreetly heaved a sigh of relief. Zayn and Rashid who were standing behind him exchanged a glance. Other cops rushed to the safe. While the housekeeper stayed away at a safe distance. If someone looked closely, they would realize that she was actually a bit jittery. "Sir, come over and unlock this safe. We have to see what is inside it. We can't leave any stone unturned since the allegations you are facing are hard drugs," A sergeant beckoned on director Malik. The man walked over confidently like he had no skeleton in his cupboard. Zayn sneered at his arrogance. It's just a matter of time before they find out the secrets he is hiding. "Sure," Director Malik keyed in the password of the safe which is his late wife's birthday. Clink! Everyone looked at the safe in anticipation, waiting to see what was in. But to their disappointment, all they found were old antiques. Director Malik gave Zayn a smu
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