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
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
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
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
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
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
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
"What was your name again?" Zayn looked up when he heard the receptionist's unwelcoming tone. He tucked one of his hands into the pocket of the khaki uniform pants he was wearing. "Zayn..." He answered. "Zayn Ahmed." His hand moved in the pocket of the pants once more to check for the nth time if the pendant he kept there was still intact. He relaxed when he felt the cold sensation of the stone brushing his fingers lightly. He looked at the receptionist in front of him with a light frown. The feeling seemed mutual because the receptionist was also staring back at him with a frown. "And, who would you like to see?" Her voice was laced with displeasure. "Dahlia Faez," He mentioned his wife's name with natural ease and wondered how she would react to his sudden visit. He took a quick look around the lobby of the entertainment agency and noted how lavishly it was designed, the way it should be. It's only expected that an over rated entertainment agency like this has a luxurious