Chapter 533 No One’s An Iconoclast When Zayn’s Concerned

Alexandra breathed a sigh of relief, and the same blithe smile blossomed out of her lips again. “That’s great!”

Brock had been watching them from afar. The fact that Zayn and Alexandra kept chuckling and chattering in that misguided cheeriness, as though Brock’s threat meant nothing, made him foam in exasperation. He could not wait till Mr. Rivera was here.

When he was here, oh boy—he could not wait to rearrange Zayn’s face.

Finally, after a few minutes of waiting, a large procession of people stepped through the door while the crowd looked on with interest. The one leading them was a square-jawed man with an air of authority.

It was Mr. Rivera. Behind him were more than a dozen of people of whom bodyguards and people from Violet Vision each made up about half.

Mr. Rivera was, in truth, one of Sean Wilson’s underlings. He occupied a rather high position in the company and owned less than one percent of Violet Vision’s shares. It might not seem like much, but it was enough to secur