Benard looked down despondently, unsure of what else to say.
Suddenly, the roaring sounds of a car engine could be heard from outside. Benard glanced behind and quickly recollected himself. "Mr. Domitos's here. I'll escort you to your vehicle now."
Thompson nodded. "It's fine. You may go ahead. I'll get my men to help me."
Since Jombo's passing, all the bodyguards and maids responsible for serving him were ordered to take care of Thompson.
However, Thompson had half of them sent over to Zayn, leaving only a few employees by his side.
He believed that an old servant like him did not require the care of so many people.
Even so, Zayn respected him greatly and ensured that he was given the same amount of care Jombo used to receive.
At present, Benard left Thompson in Polka's hands, watched them leave, and then went to receive Jamal.
When Jamal got out of the car and caught sight of Thompson's car, he grew unsettled. Tugging at Benard's sleeve, he asked in a low voice, "Why did Mr. Giblo call me over? Did something big happen?"
All these years, Zayn would meet him at the company or anywhere else outside, regardless of how grave the issue was.
Given that it was his first time being invited to the Giblo residence, he could not help but fear the worst.
"You'll find out when you meet him, " Benard answered respectfully. "This way, please."
Vela had brought over a fresh pot of tea by the time Jamal arrived at the study with Benard.
Zayn sat cross-legged on the couch, gazing at the document in his hand. Upon hearing the sounds of footsteps, he looked up and smiled. "Welcome, Mr. Domitos."
"What's the occasion today, Mr. Giblo? Why did you suddenly call me over to your home?"
Jamal felt sick with apprehension.
"Have a seat." Zayn gestured toward the couch.
As Jamal sat across from him, Vela placed the teapot at the coffee table before leaving the room.
Jamal was about to pick up the teapot when he noticed the document on the table, and it intensified the restlessness gnawing at him.
"This is for you." Zayn handed the document over to him. "Have a look at it."
Jamal's hands that were reaching out to pour himself a cup of tea froze at once. After putting his reading glasses on, he read through the document. "What is this, Mr. Giblo? What are you doing, drafting a will at such a young age and asking me to take over your position as the head of Divine Corporation?" he exclaimed in shock.
"Go through it carefully." Zayn reminded him with a smile. "It says that you'll be taking my place if anything happens to me. As for the headquarters in M Nation, Thompson will remain in charge, whereas you will assist him."
"What on earth is going on?" Jamal was in a frenzy of anxiety. "Giblo Group has been growing steadily, and you're at the height of your career! Why did you draw up a will all of a sudden?"
"I'm doing it just in case." Zayn had no intention of telling him the truth. "Life is full of surprises. No one knows what might happen tomorrow, right?"
"But—"
"Read the document carefully and tell me what you think, " Zayn cut him off. "If you have any objections, I'll get my lawyer to amend it. If you accept the terms, then it's all settled."
"I…"
Seized by fear, Jamal could not sit still. He had a clear feeling that something must have happened to Zayn, but he also knew that there was no point in inquiring. If the latter wanted to tell him the truth, he would have done so.
He and Thompson were different. Thompson had lived with the Giblos all his life and was a close acquaintance of Zayn despite being a servant, whereas Jamal's relationship with Zayn was solely professional.
Thus, Jamal was aware that there were some things Thompson could know, but not him.
"All right. I'll go through it."
Casting his doubts aside, he proceeded to take a proper look at the document.
As he did so, a subordinate brought the said lawyer into the room, who greeted him and Zayn before taking note of anything Jamal wanted to amend in the will.
Zayn drank his tea, patiently waiting for Jamal.
A while later, Jamal spoke grimly. "I've gone through everything. I don't have an issue with anything mentioned in the document; it's just that the terms seem to favor me a little too much. I've only been around for ten years, but you're planning on giving me ten percent of the company's shares. You don't have to, honestly. I'd do my best to safeguard Divine Corporation even without these shares."
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