A Plan Within A Plan
Freda still hadn't called, so there was no way of knowing anything from their side.
Feeling anxious, Rogan quickly called them, but nobody was picking up.
Even Carla was starting to get worried, her brows furrowing.
The more nervous she felt, the calmer Boris seemed, and he mocked, "You should be thinking about how to beg me. If not, I will kick you and your kids out of the Giblo residence."
"Shut up!" Carla gave him the death stare.
"Being adaptable is a good thing, " Boris said with a cold chuckle. "Just accept your fate."
Carla couldn't be bothered to continue talking and picked up her teacup again. Despite it being tea of high quality, she couldn't taste anything.
Frowning, she continued to stare at her watch as she counted the passing seconds. However, Freda still hadn't replied by then.
Boris was waiting for his victory to be announced too.
He wasn't all that confident since he was still paranoid that he had been poisoned. Still, he knew that he had to calm himself down first. Only after winning this round would he get the right to make the decision.
The more time ticked by, the more nervous everyone felt. Even Naya, Brandy, and Rogan were starting to look anxious.
It was the hardest hour that all of them had ever experienced.
All of them wanted the minutes to tick by faster so that they could hear the results as soon as possible, but they also didn't want to hear an answer they dreaded.
They remained stewing in their nerves and uneasiness until 2:55 p.m.
There were only five minutes left until the results came out.
Carla occasionally glanced up at the tightly shut door. Although Thompson and Johaan weren't here yet, she knew they would arrive soon.
However, Freda hadn't updated her yet. She was unable to sit still and was about to call Freda when her phone started to ring.
It was a call from Freda.
Rogan called out excitedly, "It's Freda! They must have found Mr. Giblo."
Boris' expression began to sour, and he glanced at Carla's phone nervously. Could it be true?
Carla picked up the call in front of him. "Hey, Freda. What's up?"
Boris continued to stare at her phone unblinkingly. It was as if he was trying to hear what was being said.
"Really? That's amazing!" Carla exclaimed in joy. "Quick, bring him over! I'll get Naya and Brandy from my side to meet you guys!"
After that, she hung up and looked at Naya and Brandy urgently. "Freda found Zayn! He's at the foot of the mountain. Quick, go and get them."
"Really?"
Both Naya and Brandy were overjoyed, especially the former. She seemed completely overwhelmed as she said, "That's great news! I'll get an ambulance on the way immediately. Mr. Giblo is probably still not in a good condition. We'll rush over first."
Having said that, Brandy and Naya rushed off.
Boris started to panic at his near-victory being snatched away from him. He immediately placed a call to that person, but no one picked up.
"Stop calling. He's not going to show himself right now, " Carla scoffed coldly. "Ever since you told him that we were looking for Zayn and he failed at stopping us, he knew that he's dead meat. There's no way he would show up now."
"You—" Boris stared at Carla in shock. "So you purposely revealed all that information to me to draw him out of hiding?"
"Obviously, " Carla said and raised her eyebrow. "Soon enough, my brother will take over the Gold family. Newton wouldn't be able to deny it even if he wanted to."
"You—" Boris was panicking now. How did Carla know the name of the person behind the scenes? Newton is really done for this time.
With that in mind, Boris knew he was in deep trouble.
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