The Promise
After a brief pause, Carla continued, "However, considering Nella's current state, the wedding will have to be delayed. This is a good chance for us."
"I see." Freda heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, Nella only has her father and Boris to blame for her accident. How can she blame you? You don't have to feel guilty."
"I do feel guilty, but I've done my best, " said Carla with a frown. She glanced at her watch and urged, "Drive faster! We're running out of time."
"Understood." Freda slammed her foot on the accelerator.
At five past three, their car finally arrived at Divine Corporation.
As expected, a group of unfamiliar bodyguards quickly blocked Carla's way.
Jamal wanted to welcome her personally. However, as he was under the control of the Gold family, he could not leave the conference room.
Carla was about to barge in forcefully when Naya, Bugara, Thompson, and the rest rushed over. Eight bodyguards, who used to be Zayn's elite bodyguards, followed them intimidatingly.
The security guards from Divine Corporation did not dare to stop them anymore.
Carla and Brandy were escorted into the building by the huge group. When she entered the elevator, she asked hurriedly, "How did you come out, Mr. Thompson?"
"Brandy sent someone to infiltrate Garden Villa and sneak me out. Then, Naya and her subordinates picked me up."
Thompson continued agitatedly, "That b_stard pretended to be Mr. Zayn! He chased you out of the Giblo residence, kidnapped the kids, and even joined forces with outsiders to usurp Giblo Group! He created utter chaos! What a madman!"
"It's pointless to insult him now, " said Carla, frowning. "Boris has already brought Newton to the board of directors meeting. We must stop them, or trouble awaits us."
"The important thing is to prove that the man is Boris, not Mr. Zayn, " urged Thompson. "As long as we prove that, he'll have no decision-making power."
"That's tough." Carla smiled bitterly. "Now that Jombo's gone, there are no other direct family members in the Giblo family. Distant relatives cannot prove anything. Even if we have a DNA test, it'll be useless if everyone thinks that the child is not actually his."
"Can we prove his identity using other instances?" reminded Naya. "He was completely clueless about Mr. Zayn's previous projects and knowledge."
"Zayn was severely ill before that accident. He could've excused himself by saying that the illness made him forget everything…"
Carla rejected that suggestion again.
"Then…" Everyone was panicking.
"There's only one solution left." Carla frowned. "Although it's not a good method, we can recoup some losses and delay for time."
"What is it?" asked Thompson anxiously.
At that moment, the elevator doors opened. Carla walked out directly without saying anything.
"Ms. Lierger…"
Rodney had been waiting outside all this while. As he was just a nobody to Boris, no one really noticed him.
Hence, no one stopped him from entering.
"Mr. Williams!" Carla rushed forward. "Where's the statement?"
"Here." Rodney passed an envelope to her.
Carla opened it and took a look. It was a statement that had been personally written by Zayn. The message was brief yet concise.
As he owed too much to Carla, he had signed a debt repayment contract with her two years ago. With effect from that date, fifty percent of his income would be given to her.
His identity card and a notarized document were attached to the contract.
Carla's eyes turned red when she saw the contract. A turmoil of emotions washed over her.
She had never thought that this contract, which was initially meant as a joke, would become a lifesaver.
Everything that Zayn had said to her, including this harmless joke, had been fulfilled.
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