Carla pouted. "I said no such thing. There was no way you could have moved such a large amount of money in a day. Before you made that bet, you must have already begun the process of transferring. You knew that Daemon is too proud to accept help even when he needs it, which is why you'd found a way to sneak me in as a shareholder and use Giblo Group's funds to save Lierger Corporation. Did I get that right?" she asked as she twisted his ear.
Taking no notice of the pain, Zayn merely smiled as he helped her remove her coat.
"I'm asking you a question!" she pressed on indignantly.
"To the shower!" Zayn declared after giving her cheek a kiss.
Carla's next question was stifled by Zayn's lips upon hers.
Hot like a flame enveloping her, they rendered breathing and squirming impossible. The only thing left for her to do was to meekly accept the domineering display of passion.
Though Zayn was unwilling to discuss it, Carla understood the pains he had gone through for her. Though it looked as though he did it to set Daemon and Derila up, he had also managed to put them in a position to help Lierger Corporation.
Best of all, it did not embarrass Daemon and it did not make me feel obligated. We basically managed to do what we always wanted to with the aid of a corporate shroud. Not only did Zayn go through all the time and trouble, not to mention considerable resources to put this together, but he also had to endure my vicious tongue!
Zayn had matured a lot from the barrage of incidents raining misfortune down upon him and his family. Instead of displaying dominance and insistence for things to be done his way, he grew to learn more subtle solutions and began to view business as an art of warfare. As an indirect result, his temper had also grown more mellow. It was a pleasant change for Carla and the children because adopting
this temperament was a paradigm shift in the dynamics of their family as it anchored them with stability that was never there before.
With the abundance of loving support behind her, Carla felt as if she was filled with the confidence to be able to take on anything.
After a night of frolicking, the sunlight had already shone through the window by the time Carla woke up to an empty room. Instinctively, she rose and walked to the windowsill. Throwing open the curtains, she watched Zayn and the children playing together in the garden.
Randy, Josh, and Venus hid behind their father as he stood with his arms spread to face the mock wrath of Dori.
Spurred on by the children's screams, Dori spread its wings and dived excitedly.
The children remained as safe as they could be behind his broad back. Dori could not even peck at the children no matter how hard it tried.
Not only were the children not afraid, but they were also hardly able to stand upright from laughing too hard.
The mid-morning sun shone down upon them and immortalized the memory in a warm sepia glow into Carla's consciousness.
Her lips parted in a sigh of contentment, the sunniness of the day reflected in her mood. She watched the children, still as a statue, until Freda's voice roused her out of her reverie. "Everything has been prepared, Ms. Lierger."
"Thank you. We'll leave in half an hour."
That's right. I'm going back to Erihal today.
Carla went downstairs after getting dressed. Coincidentally, Zayn was leading the children back in to wash up for breakfast at the same time. "Mommy! Mommy!" the children squealed as they flocked around her. "Daddy told us you're returning to Erihal! Is that true?"
"Yes, my dears. I have some business to attend to. It'll only be a few days!" Carla squatted down to give each child a kiss and a hug. "Listen to your father while I'm gone, will you?"
"Yes, Mommy, " the children chorused.
"Have some breakfast before you leave." Zayn glanced at his watch. "You still have time."
"I don't think I will. I'll just grab a quick bite at the airport." Carla saved her last hug for him. "I'm leaving the house to you, Hubby. Try not to burn it down while I'm gone!"
"I won't, Wifey. The house and the kids are in safe hands." Zayn pecked her on the forehead before turning to address somebody behind Carla. "Take good care of my wife!"
"Yes, Sir!"
She whipped around at the volume of the response and was shocked to find an entourage of around twenty people sharing her flight. Aside from two lawyers, two accountants, two high-ranking executives of Giblo Group, and a team of bodyguards, there seemed to be at least one representative from every conceivable department.
Carla groaned. "Is there really a need for such a spectacle?"
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