"Let's go? We shall have a toast with him." Roland passed Carla a glass of red wine.
"I don't think that's necessary." Carla shook her head. "I'll need to rush back home. Please help me to thank him."
With that, she carried her backpack and wanted to leave from the backdoor…
Roland saw her leaving and the corner of his lips lifted into a mysterious smile.
"Hey, gorgeous woman. I've been waiting for you. Let's have a drink together." A young man stopped her in her tracks.
Their eyes met and she immediately felt the intensity from his gaze.
"I'm sorry. You've got the wrong person." Carla lowered her head and wanted to go around him. However, his bodyguards stopped that from happening.
"You had the audacity to ignore Mr. Hammond!" The bodyguard was furious.
"Shut up!" The young man rebuked the bodyguard. "How could you speak to the gorgeous woman in such a crude manner."
After that, he walked towards her and sincerely clarified. "Don't worry. I'm not a bad person. Actually, I just want to be your friend."
"I need to head back home right now." Carla avoided him and took a different path.
"Playing hard to get?" The young man lost his patience. "Then don't blame me for using force."
He grabbed Carla by her hair and dragged her to the car.
"Let me go…" Carla struggled in vain.
Honk!
The sharp honk was quickly followed by a dazzling flash of light. It shined right into the young man's eyes and blinded him temporarily.
"F___, who's the busybody?" The young man raged.
His bodyguard aggressively walked in the direction of the car. However, he was terrified and shivered with fear when he returned. "Mr. Hammond, it's Mr. Broyd!"
"Which Mr. Broyd?" the young man was still puzzled.
Meanwhile, a slender figure exited the car and approached them. With his squinted eyes, the young man tried to identify the dark figure. What followed suit was a menacing howl. "Leave her alone!"
Carla turned her head around and was taken by surprise…
She recalled the night of the previous auction, left alone on the streets when a group of men tried to take advantage of her. Gigolo In Debt's grand arrival was in a similar fashion.
"Mr. Broyd…"
Just when the gigantic security guard wanted to speak, Boris forcefully twisted his wrist into a delicate arc.
A loud crack was heard amidst the silent night. He collapsed on all fours and screamed in agony. His facial expression provided a clear visualization of the pain he was suffering.
"Mr. Broyd, please forgive me. I don't know that she's one of yours…" Mr. Hammond's face was pale as paper. He quickly apologized to Carla. "I'm literally blind for doing this to you! I'm very sorry to have
offended you, please forgive me…"
"Hey…." Carla was dumbfounded. Who is this Mr. Broyd?
"Get out of here!" Boris howled in a glacial tone.
Mr. Hammond and his subordinates scrambled for their lives.
Carla first looked at the group running away, then she turned over and stared and Boris. "You…"
"What? You don't recognize me anymore?" Boris let out a burst of mysterious laughter. "It's only been a few days and you've forgotten me. That hurts!"
"This can't be true. You really are…" Carla was astonished.
Even his voice was extremely identical to the "Gigolo In Debt". Is he really him?
"How's the injury on your shoulder?" Boris noticed that her jacket was pulled off from her during the scrimmage.
Thus, he was concerned that her injury would be affected.
"It's really you?" Carla sought for confirmation. "You, why are you…"
"First, get on the car." Boris helped her into the luxurious ride.
Initially, Carla was able to keep her emotions in check. However, the sight of the Aston Martin completely shattered her defenses. Hypnotically, she followed him into the car. Then, he helped her put on the seat belt and adjusted her seat.
"I thought that you can't recognize me anymore…" Boris teased her. "It appears that I have caused quite an impression the last time we met. I believe my brother…"
However, Boris couldn't finish the sentence. Out of the blue, Carla slapped him right on his cheek. She gritted her teeth and rebuked him. "F___ you pathetic gigolo! How dare you make a fool out of me!"
"Hey…" Boris was stunned.
He was under the impression that Zayn had explained everything to her, including his identity. Therefore, he was about the end the sentence with… "I believe my brother told you everything."
Unexpectedly, she misunderstood him as Zayn's alter ego…
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