"Didn't you see her gesture?" Frowning, Freda explained, "If we go after her and ruin her plan, she'll get mad at us. You know how hot-tempered she is.'
"But that's a total stranger! What if he's up to no good?"
"We have to follow them in secret." Freda headed to the back door as Carla and that mysterious man had exited the club through that door earlier. "We can't tail too closely or let anything happen to her."
"What happened to Ms. Lierger? She had always been a cool and logical person. But after the man appeared, she seemed to have lost all her reason."
"Don't you know? Even the mightiest would fall at a beauty's glance…"
In a secluded corner, Bugara watched as Zayn led Carla away. Delighted, he declared, "Mr. Giblo has succeeded!"
"Those women are a nuisance, " remarked Benard with a frown. He was referring to Freda and Rogan.
"So? Should we stop them?" Bugara inquired anxiously.
"If we do, our plan will go bust." Benard sounded confident. "Don't worry. Mr. Giblo is capable enough of losing them."
"Yes, you're right, " Bugara replied proudly. "Should we follow them and see how Mr. Giblo does it?"
"We can see it from here."
Benard pushed the window open and revealed the parking lot behind the back door.
Immediately, they spotted Zayn, who was now disguised as a mysterious man, running out with Carla.
"Do you dare to come with me for a ride?" Zayn was about to retrieve his car keys.
"I should be the one asking that!"
Carla pressed a button on her car remote. Swiftly, a silver Pagani sped out of its lot and came to a stop beside them.
Zayn released his grip on his Volkswagen car keys silently.
To make up a perfect disguise, he told Benard to get a cheaper Volkswagen and pretended that was his car.
Little had he expected things to turn out this way.
"Get in!" Carla urged and pulled him into the car.
Before Zayn could buckle the seatbelt, the Pagani sped away swiftly. He grabbed the handle and put on his seatbelt hurriedly.
Carla glanced at the rearview mirror and sped up.
"Are those your bodyguards?" asked Zayn.
He could see both Freda and Rogan dashing out of the back door in search of them.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?"
Carla had no idea it was Zayn. After all, his hair was slicked back, and with his black leather jacket coupled with a mask covering half his face, the man seemed like a rogue.
It was a different image from which the cool and stern Zayn presented.
Zayn knew she was smarter than she used to be. As such, he made sure every detail was perfect. For example, his current voice differed from his usual voice.
"Nope, " Zayn joked. "You'll protect me!"
Carla burst out laughing. Glancing at him, she asked, "Are you a host at Stifling Night?"
"Mm!" Zayn inclined his head. "If you despise me because of my job, it's not too late to throw me out."
"State your price." Instead of showing her disdain, Carla lifted her brow. "How much per night?"
"Ten thousand for the entire night!" Zayn blurted out. "No discount given!"
I can't believe I just said that out loud. That's so embarrassing!
Carla chuckled again. "Then what can you do for me?"
"What do you want me to do?"
Zayn rested an arm on her seat and leaned closer to her.
"Do we know each other?"
Carla was wondering why she wasn't repulsed by his advances. He's flirty like the other hosts. So why does his action feel familiar to me?
My heart is even fluttering as he comes closer.
Zayn was baffled. Did it trigger her memory? Or is she merely feigning memory loss?

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