You Will Marry Him
"Where are you?" Newton asked abruptly.
Boris scowled. He did not enjoy having his movements being controlled to such a degree. "What is it?"
"Come over at once, " Newton ordered. "We have some matters to discuss."
"If this is about the marriage, forget it, " Boris retorted flatly. "You've seen how opposed your daughter was to the idea. You should hear the things she said to me."
"You will find her more agreeable, " Newton assured him. "I've managed to convince her."
"Fine. I'll drop by tonight."
Boris knew that the time was not yet ripe to offend Newton as he still needed the latter's help to handle matters over at Giblo Group.
He recalled back in his youth when his mother had always pushed him to study business in the hopes that he, Boris, would be a highly accomplished businessman like Zayn. Boris had always been resistant to that idea as he found the subject dull.
I should have listened to her. Due to my lack of expertise in business, I'm currently forced to rely on somebody else's and have become their pawn in my own quest. If I knew how to do business, I would have been able to exact my vengeance and take down Giblo Group on my own.
"Mr. Giblo, " the superintendent said, interrupting Boris' reverie. "The result is out."
"Let me see." Boris snatched the report and squinted at it. "What does it mean?"
"Everything in your blood is normal, sir, " replied the superintendent with a smile. "You haven't been poisoned!"
"Not poisoned?" he repeated, sounding uncertain.
Could it be that Carla had lied to me? Newton did not poison me after all?
"That's right, sir. Everything appears to be normal."
"Are you sure?" Boris demanded, still feeling uneasy.
The superintendent nodded. "Yes, sir. There is almost an impossible margin for error for this test. If it would appease you, we can conduct the test again just to be safe."
"There's no need for that."
Without another word, Boris pocketed the results as he got to his feet with the superintendent escorting him all the way to the door.
Boris was still feeling confused when he got into the car. "It looks like I have been blaming Newton for nothing. He did not poison me after all. Carla is the one who has been instigating us."
His subordinates heaved a sigh of relief at the good news. "It's good that you're fine, Mr. Broid. Even if she's pulling the strings, you should still be wary of Mr. Gold. For him to allow you to marry his daughter must mean that he intends to acquire the wealth of the Giblo family for himself."
"Of course he is. I wasn't born yesterday." Boris rubbed his temples. "That's strange. My head is starting to ache."
"We've been up drinking a lot lately. Let's call it an early night tonight, shall we?"
"You're probably right."
"Where to, boss?"
"To the Gold residence."
"Roger that."
At that very moment at the Gold residence, Newton stood with his arms folded while glaring at Nella severely. "I'll give you three minutes to think about it. If you're not going to marry Zayn, I'll have your sister marry him instead. She's more willing than you are."
"That's not Zayn Giblo. That's Boris Broid." Nella was visibly upset. Just the thought of the doppelganger lying to her to get her into bed filled her with disgust.
Having harbored an unrequited love for Zayn since her youth, she had carefully saved herself for the only man she truly loved.
I can't believe a lookalike tricked me into giving up my virginity!
"I don't see a difference, " her father said impatiently. "They look and sound alike. Even their status is the same."
"They're not the same!" Nella cried, near tears with exasperation. "He will never replace Zayn!"
"I've grown tired of arguing with you, young lady. Are you going to marry him or not?"
"I won't, " Nella cried stubbornly. "I never want to see him again in my life!"
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