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"As I should." Carla gave her a small smile before sighing. "Unfortunately, I didn't pick the right place and ruined the day. I'm really sorry."
"That's fine. We'll meet another day, " Nella replied before nodding at Carla. "Ms. Lierger, I'll take my leave now, then. See you another time."
"All right, see you." After watching her leave, Carla turned to the hoard of journalists with a ferocious look and said, "It seems that the letter from the lawyer is still not enough to stop you. Maybe it's time to raise the amount."
"Ms. Lierger, please don't be mad. This is just our job, " the journalists hurriedly explained before fleeing the scene.
Soon, peace returned to the place.
Carla then said to the Chroma family's bodyguards, "Take good care of Mr. Chroma. Don't let anyone disturb him before he wakes up."
"Yes, Ms. Lierger."
Those two bodyguards were Brad's trusted subordinates. Naturally, they understood what Carla meant.
It was then Carla's heartbeat returned to its normal rate, and she turned to "Zayn" to say, "Let's go."
Without waiting for him to reply, she led Rogan into the elevator.
"Zayn" could only follow her.
Brandy and the other two subordinates sensed something amiss about the atmosphere, but none of them dared to voice anything.
Finally, the fake Zayn could not hold himself back anymore.
"Why are you here at the hotel?"
"I'm here to meet Brad, " Carla replied truthfully. "What about you?"
"You're a married woman. How could you come out in the middle of the night to secretly meet another man? How could you say those things without even feeling ashamed?"
"Zayn" was furious, the anger in his eyes for all to see.
However, Carla continued to look at him calmly, thinking, This person is good at acting. It's almost as though he's a husband himself. Anger. Jealousy. Everything he's supposed to be feeling is on his face.
"Why aren't you talking?" the fake Zayn questioned. "You've always been so close to Brad, and there were so many rumors about you and him. Why aren't you keeping your distance from him? Why are you even meeting him in secret? Do you even think of me as your husband?"
Carla remained quiet as she listened to the fake Zayn's angry rant.
"You'll know how bad this is tomorrow. I'm sure there will be more rumors about the two of you! The board is already unhappy with you, but you're only stirring up more and more trouble, " the fake Zayn continued, still furious.
Even Rogan could not take it any longer as she snapped, "Mr. Giblo, you—"
"Shut up, " Carla cut Rogan off before turning to the fake Zayn. "Are you done? If you're done, then start explaining what's going on between you and Nella."
"Zayn" froze before huffing, "What's there to explain? I just ran into her at the hotel!"
"Is that so?" Carla raised a brow. "Then tell me why you've suddenly come here."
"I…" That question threw fake Zayn off guard, but he was quick to recompose himself. "I received an anonymous call telling me that you're cheating with Brad here, so that's why I'm here."
"Oh." Carla nodded before reaching out toward him. "Give me your phone."
"Zayn" panicked, but he quickly hid his panic with anger. "What are you doing? The one who is in the wrong is you! Why are you questioning me instead?"
"What did I do wrong?" Carla huffed, half-amused and half-annoyed. "Which eye of yours has seen me cheating?"
"You… I…"
Once again, the fake Zayn was rendered speechless. Indeed, he had failed to catch her red-handed in the process of cheating even though so many people had come. No matter what he did now, he could not accuse her of cheating.
"Has the illness made you lose your mind? Are you going to believe in every rumor you hear?" Carla chided him instead. "It seems that you need a few more acupuncture sessions."
"I…"
"Rogan."
Before "Zayn" could reply to her, Carla instructed Rogan, "Go to Hapilia in a while. Tell her to add another treatment session for Mr. Giblo starting from tomorrow."
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