Hearing that, Carl could not help but tense up slightly.
Is there a new lead on Daemon's whereabouts? No, that can't be. The Liergers are declining now. He's rumored to have died in an explosion while out at sea, so there's no way he'll come back!
At the thought of that, he continued to threaten Carla, "We'll talk about that when he actually comes back. But for now, you'd better sign this contract, or else…"
"Or else what?" the woman barked, raising an eyebrow haughtily.
"You're all alone now. I can do whatever I want to you, and I don't even need to do it myself." Carl sneered. "Do you really think a few female bodyguards will be able to protect you?"
"You…"
"They can't, but I can."
Suddenly, a cold, dignified voice came from outside. Carl froze momentarily before turning his head, only to see Zayn striding into the house with a frosty expression on his face.
"Zayn…"
The older man turned ghastly pale in an instant. He had gone looking for the other shareholders after parting with Divine Corporation on bad terms, but no one else had dared to budge without Zayn's
permission.
That was why he had to resort to coercing Carla instead.
Carl had assumed that Carla would give up her investment sum out of desperation to protect herself, but he did not expect her to be this strong-willed.
Just as he was about to make things even more difficult for her, Zayn decided to show up.
"What are you doing here?"
Carla was just as astonished to see Zayn. She had felt conflicted upon receiving word early this morning that Nella was headed to Southridge. Nella was so brilliant and proactive that it was only a matter of time until Zayn fell for her—or so she thought.
Yet, here he was instead.
"I was heading down the mountain when I saw Sir Carl's car, so I decided to join in on the fun."
Zayn sat next to Carla, picked up that document, and sneered upon browsing through it.
"Which lawyer did you hire to draw up such an outrageous contract, Sir Carl? You went ahead and acted on your own without my approval. This is against the rules, you know?"
"Let's talk about this in private, Zayn." Carl's eyebrows were deeply furrowed.
"Haven't we already done that yesterday? Don't you remember what I told you? I guess you still haven't managed to comprehend my words."
Zayn had implied that Carla was someone that even he dared not cross, so he hoped that Carl would be a little more sincere and call a truce with her.
Yet, the older man had done the complete opposite and threatened Carla instead.
This made Zayn boil with rage.
"I—"
Refusing to listen to Carl's nonsense, he interjected, "That's enough. I wanted to give you a chance and let you settle this on your own, but clearly, you don't respect my opinions at all. In that case, I'll take care of things here on your behalf."
"Zayn, w-what are you talking about?" Carl asked in bewilderment. "What do you intend to do?"
"I'm going to call upon all the other shareholders and hold a meeting three days later. You'll get your answer by then." Zayn tossed the document into the older man's arms. "But for now, I want you to take this contract with you and leave!"
"Zayn—"
"Send him off!" Without even giving him a chance to speak, Zayn chased him out.
"Yes, Sir!" Freda and Benard immediately walked over and stood on each side of Carl. "This way, Sir Carl."
Livid, Carl flushed. However, he dared not act rashly and held onto the contract before leaving grudgingly with his men.
Only after Carl's car had left the courtyard did Carla retract her gaze to look at Zayn. "Thank you, " she said, her eyes filled with unfathomable emotions.
"Leave this to me." Zayn glanced at her before turning to Benard. "Get some people to guard this place. No outsider is allowed to come near without my permission."
"Yes, Sir." Benard quickly did as instructed.
"What are you doing?" Carla asked in shock.
"Don't you get it?" Zayn frowned in displeasure. "He treated you like that because he thought you have no one to lean on. But with my men here, no one will dare pick a fight with you again."
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