Titanic
Carla entered the courtyard and asked, "Who's looking for me?"
The maid reported in a low voice, "It's Mrs. Bolistin. She has been standing outside the courtyard for some time now. She refused to leave no matter what I said."
"Mrs. Bolistin?" Carla quickly ordered, "Let her in quickly."
"Okay."
The maids shut Vela out because Carla had specifically told them not to let anyone, including the Giblos.
In the end, Carla decided to greet Vela herself at the door because she felt guilty for making her wait for so long.
At the moment, Vela was carrying a huge bag as she stood on tiptoes and craned her neck to see beyond the courtyard walls. "Mrs. Giblo, Mrs. Giblo!" She yelled excitedly when she laid eyes on Carla.
"Mrs. Bolistin, please come in."
Carla ordered her maid to open the metal gates to let Vela in.
Vela stared at Carla as she made her way in and smiled apologetically. Before she could even say a word, tears welled up in her eyes. "Mrs. Giblo, I believe you no matter what other people say about you!"
"Mrs. Bolistin…" Carla was at a loss for words as she stared at Vela.
"Mrs. Giblo, there's something I've been wanting to ask you."
Vela checked her surroundings before whispering nervously, "Is Mr. Zayn really the Zayn I know? Something feels off about him. Has he really gone bonkers, or is he just faking it? How could he doubt you? Moreover, he even scolded Mr. Giblo yesterday night. I was so shocked…"
Carla was at a loss for words. Boris, you incompetent fool. Stop getting so full of yourself. How could you insult Mr. Giblo in front of his servants?
However, she totally understood why he did so. His mother, Solara, was killed by Jombo himself. That was why Boris hated Jombo so much. He must have exploded in rage after moving into Garden Villa since Mr. Giblo's photos and belongings were all over the house.
"Mrs. Bolistin, what are you doing here alone?"
Carla changed the topic and asked.
"I'm not alone." Vela sighed. "Mr. Zayn sent his men to Southridge this morning to look for something he had lost there. Though I'm not too sure what it is. I brought some desserts that I made over since the kids love them so much. Mrs. Giblo, I believe that the kids belong to Mr. Zayn. I have no idea how the rumors started, and I'm not sure what exactly happened to Mr. Zayn, but I trust you wholeheartedly…"
"Wait, Mrs. Bolistin." Carla cut her off. "Did you just mention Southridge?" she asked anxiously.
"Yeah. He said it was important and sent his men to look for it. I stopped Andy at the crossroad and asked him to drop me here…"
"Rogan, Rogan, " Carla shouted in the villa's direction. "Get the car."
"Yes, Ms. Lierger." Rogan got on to it immediately without any questions. "Which car, Ms. Lierger?"
"Titanic."
"Got it."
They were only left with a problematic jeep since all their cars had been confiscated not too long ago. Rogan had fixed it yesterday and parked it in the backyard. Who would have thought it would come in handy so soon.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Giblo?"
Vela was confused.
"Mrs. Bolistin, you should head back first. Don't get yourself involved." Carla instructed one of her female bodyguards, "Send Mrs. Bolistin back to Thompson."
"Yes." The female bodyguard immediately escorted Vela out the door.
"Wait, Mrs. Giblo, please give these desserts to the kids." Vela handed Carla the bag. "Keep it safe. It's important."
"Okay, thank you, Mrs. Bolistin." Carla handed the bag over to one of her bodyguards. "Take it inside."
"Okay."
Carla was worried that the Giblos would disrupt Derelo as they made their way to Southridge. Hence, she quickly headed over with a few female bodyguards in the jeep.
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