"Uh…" Benard spaced out for a moment. "Nella Gold?"
"Yes, that's her name."
The subordinate had remained in the villa long-term, so he did not know Nella.
"Give me a moment. I'll go talk to Mr. Giblo."
"Okay."
Benard hurriedly made his way to Zayn's study.
By then, Rodney had finished drafting the new supplementary agreement and was letting Zayn go through it.
"Mr. Giblo, Ms. Gold is here, " Benard reported. "She's waiting outside in the courtyard.
"How did she find this place?" Zayn frowned.
"I don't know, " Benard answered awkwardly. "But I guess your residence isn't that big of a secret to those in the corporate world. They'd be able to find you if they tried hard enough."
Zayn fell silent for a few seconds before instructing, "Tell her to have a seat in the garden. I'll be right there."
"Yes, Sir." Benard quickly did as told.
After checking the agreement and leaving Rodney a few more words, Zayn changed his clothes and headed to the garden's dining area.
Nella sat on the chair elegantly, her eyes downcast as if she was deep in thought.
"Ms. Gold, " Zayn greeted as he walked over, and the woman jumped to her feet in response. "Mr. Giblo! I'm terribly sorry for bothering you."
"How did you know where I live?" he asked with a smile.
"I-I found out from other people, " Nella answered, feeling slightly abashed. "I'm sorry. I know it's not right, but I…"
Unable to continue her sentence, she bit her lip in embarrassment.
Zayn understood what she meant. They were getting along well during their meeting back then—until Lucas showed up and ruined everything. After that, he stopped replying to her texts or picking up her calls.
That was why she could not wait any longer and came over.
"I do feel bad about our past two meetups being cut off short, so let me treat you to a meal today. You can decide where to go, " Zayn offered gracefully.
"Really?" Nella was elated. "How about right here at your place?" she asked hesitantly.
"We have guests here, and the kids are around, so it's not too convenient right now." Zayn rejected her straight out. "You like the sea, don't you? Let's head there instead."
"Sure thing." Nella nodded fervently. Even if Zayn had denied her request to dine at his place, the fact that he was willing to take her out to the sea meant she would have plenty of alone time with him.
Turning around, Zayn ordered, "Benard, go and make the arrangements."
"Understood, Sir." Benard went off at once.
"Let's go."
After informing Vela of his activities, Zayn entered the car with Nella.
Randy furrowed his brows as he caught sight of them through his window from upstairs. "Who is that woman?" he asked the maid next to him.
"She seems to be a friend of Mr. Giblo, " the maid answered.
It only took Jamal one glance to recognize the woman. "That's Ms. Gold from Konadra. She's the young female vice-president of Rockenan Group. In the past two years, she has grown quite popular in the corporate world."
"Oh." Randy said nothing more.
"Don't worry about the affairs of grown-ups, " Jamal remarked with a smile. "Come, let's continue where we left off."
"Okay." Randy put his thoughts aside and resumed his discussion with Jamal on his latest invention.
Meanwhile, Zayn's car headed straight down the mountain in the direction of the South Sea.
Inside the vehicle, the jovial Nella talked about some light topics with Zayn.
The man would respond briefly from time to time—until they got to the subject of the Gymnasium Project in Pillere. "I'm guessing Sir Carl's approached you within the past two days?" he asked.
"He has." She nodded. "The terms were extremely favorable, and he was hoping I'd invest in it. But I turned him down."
"Huh? Why?" Zayn was slightly taken aback.
"If it were just a matter of usual business rivalries, I certainly wouldn't have passed up the offer, " Nella answered candidly. "But this has something to do with Ms. Lierger. She's your wife, and I don't want to cause you any trouble because of that."
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