At the same time, Carla was getting ready to head down for lunch, but Mosa appeared with a document. "Send this to the president's office." She handed the document to Carla.
Carla knitted her brows as she took the document. She knew it was because Zayn wanted to see her. Otherwise, Mosa would have sent it to him personally since the document was important.
"Make it quick, " Mosa said mindfully. "There's a crucial press conference on Level 66 at one o'clock. Miss Benday is dining in level 17 and will come up at any moment."
"Alright."
Right then, Carla figured that Mosa found out about her relationship with Zayn, and Mosa despised her for that. That was why her attitude changed so much.
With a heavy heart, Carla headed to Zayn's office as she was told. She met Benard, who was standing outside when she got there.
"Miss Wigston, what's this?" Benard pointed at the documents Carla had with her.
"Miss Tisona wanted me to send it here, " Carla spoke softly.
"Okay." Benard answered and let her pass.
The door opened on its own after Carla knocked on it a few times.
The security camera was linked to Zayn's computer, so he knew who was at the door.
Carla went in and placed the document in front of Zayn. "Your documents, Mr. Giblo."
"Sit, " Zayn said while lighting up a cigar.
"We're in the office, " Carla reminded.
But Zayn ignored her and smoked the cigar once it was lit, puffing out a cloud of smoke at her.
Carla frowned and immediately covered her nose. "What happened? Is there something wrong with the press conference?"
Carla knew that Zayn rarely smoked cigars. Every time he did, it would be because he was in a bad mood.
"In my world, nothing can go wrong." He sounded extremely prideful.
"And?"
"Grandpa is forcing a marriage on me."
While Zayn was smoking, he was also quietly observing Carla's reaction through the thick smoke.
Carla was slightly shocked, and there was a flash of panic in her eyes. However, she quickly calmed down and asked, "With Miss Benday?"
"Is that important?" Zayn responded curtly. "Either way, it's not going to be you!"
"Okay!" Carla nodded and attempted to probe further. "In that case, since you're getting married, you won't be needing me anymore, right?"
Zayn knitted his brows in response and shot her an icy glare. "Is this your answer?"
Carla was stumped for a bit. "What else could I say?"
Truth be told, Carla actually had no idea how she should react. Should I cry? Beg him not to get married and let him continue torturing and manipulating me? I'm not insane just yet!
"So, do you want me to get married?" Zayn questioned.
"This isn't about what I want." Carla gave it some thought and figured out the best way to answer him. "This is not something I have control over."
Hearing what she said, Zayn lowered his gaze in disappointment. It looked like he was calm as the sea, but the cigar in his hand was already snapped in two.
The tip of the cigar fell on his palm, burning it.
"Oh my God! What the hell are you doing?"
Carla immediately opened up Zayn's palm, wanting to take the burning tip away.
Out of nowhere, Zayn grabbed her hand with the burning tip in his, making her feel the pain that he felt. "Carla Wigston, remember this. You'll never be able to get away from me. Never!" He exclaimed with a sinister grin.
"Let me go! It hurts!"
Tears started welling up as Carla was getting burned.
Nevertheless, not only did Zayn not let go, he even pressed her onto the desk and angrily covered her mouth. His other hand slipped under her dress and pulled off her underwear, having his way with her, invading her.
"Zayn Giblo! You pervert!" Carla kept slamming her fist furiously on Zayn's chest, but she was too weak.
Their shadows were elongated by the sunlight outside. The intertwining silhouette looked as though they were vines that twisted around each other and could not be untangled.
Tears blurred Carla's eyes as she stared at Zayn. His infuriated expression had quickly turned into that of lust as he indulged in the magnificence of her body.
Carla hated him while the morbid relationship they had terrified her. The only thing she wanted to do right then was escape.
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