In Brock’s mind, Jose was one of the biggest, baddest tycoons in the world of business. Social connection, resources, wealth—Jose had it all in surfeit. He was the kind of guy Brock always strove to ingratiate himself to, and now, his idol had just taken a knee for Zayn Larson.Brock felt as though his mind had plunged into a whirlpool. For the life of him, he could not imagine just how powerful Zayn had to be to cause someone like Jose to squirm. The only thing he could confirm, though, was that he had made a grave, lethal mistake.Honestly, Zayn never thought Jose would go straight to begging. The man was, at the very least, a powerful figure on his own. Even his so-called offense was hardly Jose’s personal fault, so there really was no reason for the man to drop down to his knees like that.Yes, Zayn had underestimated the strength of his authority. There was no one in his company who did not fear him. Fortunately, he was not an unreasonable person, and he knew Jose was innocent.
“So what if you’re already married?” Alexandra whispered under her breath, her cheeks burning bright red as she looked at the tip of her shoes. “I don’t mind being your mistress.”It seemed like her suggestion shocked a few years out of Zayn because the man froze into a daze. “What—the hell did you just say?!”Honestly, Alexandra herself was taken aback by the words that escaped her lips. Her cheeks were practically feverish.“No! No, that was… another joke!” she said, trying to salvage the conversation as she shook her head.Zayn could not believe it. “Seriously? How old are you, man? You’re in your twenties! Quit being so childish and watch what you say!” he chided a little exasperatedly. “If your parents heard you, God, I bet they'd be so mad their hair would burst into flames!”Alexandra was dismissive though. She mumbled under her breath, “Yeah, right. They’d love the idea of you and me being an actual item.”She had said it so softly that Zayn could not hear her over Mary a
Zayn shook his head. “Nope. I’m gonna have to pass. Gotta go home and report to my wife.”Hints of despondency flitted through Alexandra’s eyes. Biting her lips softly, she asked pointedly, “So… you’re scared of your wife, huh?”“It’s got nothing to do with being scared. It’s got everything to do with respect,” Zayn replied, before adding, “Not that I trust you to understand the difference. You haven’t gotten married.”Alexandra wanted very much to argue, but Zayn was not about to give her the chance. He quickly halted a cab by the roadside and took the ride home, leaving a very frustrated Alexandra to stomp her foot alone.She snapped her fingers, and several bodyguards came out from their hiding around the street before escorting her home.Zayn returned home to an awaiting Faye. When the two of them stood close to one another, Faye’s nose sniffled hard and caught a whiff of perfume.Something slight but evident befell her expression.Women were creatures endowed with the uncan
The woman stared at the young man’s image, her eyes brimming with warmth and yearning. They were so soft, so overwhelming, she could stare at the world with those eyes and watch it melt under her gaze.“Oh, Zayn, how are you lately? Have you found your mother’s baggage? I’m so sorry for what I did to you… Oh, what I did to the family…”Tears adorned her melancholic eyes. Two of them broke away and splashed onto the embroidered image, drenching the young man’s forehead.A flash of scarlet appeared behind the woman without a peep, its movement featherlight and quiet as to avoid rousing the woman from her meander into the past.Nevertheless, the woman sensed the figure’s presence. She wiped her tears away and raised her head, welcoming it with a smile. “I’m glad to see you here, Lysithea. Please, would you mind keeping me company with a chat?”The woman in her twenties, Lysithea, turned out to be a ravishing beauty whose presence eclipsed everything else in her vicinity. She was so m
Indeed, this regal woman was none other than Hayley King, Zayn’s birth mother and Sicut In Caelo’s Saintess… in the past, anyway. Ever since she ran away from the organization and became the wife of the oh-so-mortal Valentine Larson, she had lost any privilege and trapping that came with a title as high and mighty as the Saintess. Now, trapped in a mandated quarantine, she was but a glorified prisoner.“Are you sure? Is my dear Zayn living so well?” Hayley pressed on, both anticipating and queasy about the answer.Lysithea bobbed her head hard into a nod. “Oh, he’s doing better than well, Aunt Hayley! Seriously, he’s as talented and intelligent as you would expect your son would be! He might have not experienced any of our organization’s elite training, but he’s matured and grown so much anyways. My identity was this close to being exposed!”“Oh, that’s good news. Yes, that’s the best news I can hope for,” Hayley replied, her body visibly relaxing before the same easygoing smile res
Hayley’s hand flipped and caught the young woman’s grip. “I cannot thank you enough, Lysithea.”Lysithea’s lips widened into a radiant smile that could put the sun to shame. She threw herself into Hayley’s arms and stayed there the same way a mother’s youngest daughter would. “It’s no trouble at all, Aunt Hayley. My life’s only purpose is to serve you! And since Zayn’s the only thing that could bring you any sense of comfort and joy, of course, he becomes my unique responsibility. He’s like a little brother to me!”Hayley stroked Lysithea’s hair softly while she graced the latter with her gentle, warm eyes. “Taking you into my care from the streets is truly one of the best choices I’ve ever made, Lysithea.”“To be able to stay by your side for every waking moment is just… It’s the most blessed thing to have ever happened to my life!” she replied. “If it weren’t for you, Aunt Hayley, I don’t know what’s the point of my existence in this world at all.”“God, you silly girl!” Hayley l
Lysithea felt extremely unhappy as she reluctantly watched Hayley being taken away since there was nothing she could do at that moment. Finally, she looked at the embroidery that was left on the table and saw how Zayn looked so domineering and cool. Then, she muttered to herself, “Zayn, I really hope that you’re able to grow up and take Aunt Hayley away from this land of suffering.”…On the other hand, Zayn had once again begun to be busy recently. Now that he was the chairman for two companies, there were many matters that he had to attend to, especially in the newly established advertising agency. No matter how many matters Zayn had attended to himself, there were still many big decisions regarding the direction the company was going to take that required his signatures. Furthermore, as Zayn had become a big shot in the eyes of others, many had begun to invite him out for meals.Amongst those invitations, there were some that Zayn could not afford to reject.The world was all
”Ossiumol?” Zayn was startled for a moment and had a weird expression on his face as he said, “Are you sure?”How could Mr. Hyde possibly misunderstand what Zayn was doubtful of? He said with a serious expression, “It’s not what you think it is. Ossiumol is a supreme medicine refined by a renowned pharmaceutical scientist. It’s sourced from countless medicinal ingredients and essences refined from various animals. This is a medicine that includes a huge medicinal effect and energy. To a normal human, this would be like poison, but to martial arts experts of our caliber, Ossiumol would be perfect to enhance our blood flow and capacity, strengthen our internal organs to a point where it would allow us to break through the limitations we have.”Next, Mr. Hyde went into greater details about what Ossiumol was. It was then realized that Ossiumol was just like any other medicine whose principle was not too different from western medicine. In fact, they were both based on the essences of pl