"She drives the Phantom, " replied Benard.
"Oh, two gorgeous ladies have just alighted the Phantom and came in. They went to the private room. I'll bring you there, " said the manager. "This way please, Mr. Giblo."
Zayn and the rest followed the manager to the VIP private room.
It was much quieter than the lobby. The room still looked the same as before. Perhaps because he had not come in ages, Zayn could not help but feel nostalgic.
"We renovated the common areas two months ago, but we didn't touch the private rooms at all. We still kept your private room, Mr. Giblo. The cleaners even clean it daily…" explained the manager as he led the way.
As Zayn glanced at his surroundings, the memories he shared with Carla rushed back to his mind. Unknowingly, he did not even realize that Nella was not following him anymore…
Zayn only turned around when he heard a piercing scream. Nella had been stopped by two drunkards, who were harassing her and dragging her into their private room.
"Save me, Mr. Giblo!" Nella screamed in fear.
Zayn's expression changed drastically. He strode forward and sent those men flying away with a kick.
Trembling in fear, Nella hid behind him and grabbed his shirt.
"It's fine now, " consoled Zayn gently as he hugged her shoulders.
He had been so eager to meet Carla that his footsteps quickened unconsciously. As it was Nella's first time there, she lost sight of Zayn in the crowd. Yet, he was oblivious to it…
He felt guilty for that.
Meanwhile, Carla, who had just walked out of the private room, witnessed this scene.
She had never seen him act so gently toward any other woman.
When Shelley and Selena were with him, she was angry. Yet, she had never felt jealous because she knew that he did not love them.
However, things were different now…
Zayn was not faking his concern for Nella.
His tall figure was so familiar that it remained engraved in her mind. Even in the dim lighting, she could still recognize him immediately. Yet, he was hugging another woman now…
"Benard!" Freda suddenly bellowed angrily.
Benard was so shocked that he felt a chill run down his spine. When he turned around and met Freda's sharp gaze, he paled and patted Zayn's arm frantically. "Mr. Giblo! Mr. Giblo!"
Benard was reacting so dramatically that it was like he had just been caught in an affair. Guilt and fear engulfed him.
Yet, he was the innocent one.
On the other hand, the actual culprit, Zayn, seemed extremely calm. Still hugging Nella, he turned around slowly and shot Carla a nonchalant look. "What a coincidence!"
When Nella heard that, she was surprised. It sounded like he had just met Carla there coincidentally, instead of going there specially for her.
"Yeah, what a coincidence!"
Carla's expression became indifferent again. Smiling courteously, she turned her gaze from Zayn to Nella. "We meet again, Ms. Gold."
"Yeah." Nella reacted quickly. With a gentle smile, she shot Carla a friendly look. "We just had a cup of tea at the Platinum Café. I didn't expect us to meet here again."
"I wanted to treat you to some drinks one day, but it seems like there's no need for me to do so anymore." Carla glanced at Zayn knowingly and said, "Have fun! I'll leave now."
With that, she turned around and left.
Freda glared at Benard angrily before following her.
"You're leaving right after coming here?" Zayn called out behind her. "Why don't we have a drink together?"
Although Carla was fuming with rage, she smiled and turned her head around. "I won't disturb the both of you. It's a precious night, after all."
Then, she left unhesitatingly.
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