Carla knew this day would come. After all, everyone knew that Zayn took the blame for her. Even if Jombo agreed to stop pursuing the matter, he wouldn't allow her to remain with Zayn.
Good. We won't argue that much if we don't see each other.
Taking a deep breath, Carla's footsteps quickened as she headed home.
Right then, her phone rang again with a call from Alia.
This woman had disappeared for a while. Back then, Alia and Lola kept making things difficult for her. Of course, Zayn made them pay heavily for their actions.
After they realized Carla was backed up by Zayn, they stopped harassing her.
Why is she contacting me now? Did she receive news that Divine Corporation has just fired me?
Whatever her reason is, I've decided to cut off ties with them.
She rejected the call and continued her way home. However, Alia called her again.
Knitting her brows, she hesitated before answering her call. "Hello?"
"It's me, " came Alia over the line. "Don't worry. I'm not trying to trouble you. Let's make a deal."
"Deal?" Carla found her request funny. "What deal could we strike up?"
"Don't you want the house your father built for you? Don't you want your father's business empire?" Alia revealed her intentions. "If you do, come meet me."
"What are you trying to do?" Carla's frown deepened.
"Nothing. You're Zayn's woman, while we're just trying to survive. We dare not play any tricks." Alia let out a bitter chuckle. "Lola and Harry are divorced. We have lost everything, so we're thinking of selling our assets for cash and immigrate to F Nation."
"Lola and Harry are divorced?"
Carla was surprised to hear the news. It was within her expectations, but she didn't know it would happen this quickly.
Looks like Harry had enough of Lola.
"They got divorced a few days ago, " revealed Alia sadly. "We haven't seen Simon for a month. Lola refused to eat and would only stare at Simon's photo and cry."
"Oh, " Carla replied nonchalantly. "Look on the bright side."
"I know you must be gloating deep down. It must be funny for you. Never mind. We're now a joke to everyone. You can laugh out loud."
Alia continued icily, "The Staytons are not faring any better either. Since they wanted a divorce, we agreed. However, they kicked Lola out with nothing under her name. I can't believe they are this heartless."
"This is none of my business, " Carla uttered impatiently.
"Okay, let's get back to the topic, " Alia replied. "We can't remain in Aymo City any longer, so we're immigrating to F Nation. After the Whyte family went bust, your Uncle Simeon's factories had been suffering losses. Recently, when we went through the accounts, we realized there wasn't any profit. Instead, there was a deficit."
She sighed. "Anyway, we need money now. We're going to sell the villa and the factories. If we get an outside buyer, it will take some time. As we're short on time, I want to ask if you're interested to buy them. If you are, we can meet up and discuss the details."
"Are you overestimating me?" Carla retorted. "I don't have a cent under my name. Where would I get the money to buy the villa and factories?"
"You might be poor, but Mr. Giblo is rich, " Alia reminded her uneasily. "You've been with him for a long time. Don't tell me you got nothing from him? He can buy the factories and the villa easily."
Carla thought about it. "State your price."
"Three factories and a villa for seventy million. That isn't much, " Alia hurriedly answered. "I know Mr. Giblo is your backer, so I won't mess around. This is a reasonable price. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

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