Billionaire's One Night Stand

Chapter 323

"It's best to do so."

Kate clenched his fists.

Because she used too much strength, her hands were almost trembling. She had never encountered

such a desperate situation.

- it was all thanks to Chloe!

When Zayn came out of the Hall of Angel, the servants of the Hall of Angel came out to see him off.

"Listen." Zayn paused before getting on the car. "If Chloe or Aman's come over and talk about the

Palace, inform me immediately."

"Yes."

The servant lowered his head.

"Kate won't come here recently, and I won't come here to live either." Zayn said, "We may not come

back to live here in the future. In short, you can just take a good look at this villa before you hand it

over."

Several men and women looked at each other and asked, "What happened, Mr. Ali?" Did he and Miss

Kate just come here? Isn't this their favorite villa?

"Nothing." Zayn snorted. "Someone has fallen in love with the Hall of Angel, and I have to give it to him.

If Kate comes, you will serve her as usual. But if Chloe comes, you don't need to say anything more.

Just let Kate go back first."

Did she mean that if Chloe came, she would send Miss Kate back?

The servant was shocked.

What on earth had he sent out?

Was it Chloe who had fallen in love with the "Curse Hall"?

But the servant didn't dare to say much, "...Yes, Mr. Ali."

After getting on the car, Zayn left the Iffy Hall.

As soon as the car drove out of the Shallow Bay, Mrs. Ali came over and called Zayn picked it up for

hands-free and put it aside.

"Zayn!" Mrs. Ali came from the phone exasperatedly. "Finn called your grandmother just now. Is the bet

between you and Aman true? How can you do this!"

"Now that you know it, why are you still asking?" Zayn turned the steering wheel with one hand and lit a

cigarette in the car. The smoke that came out of the cigarette floated in front of his eyes, and there was

a hint of confusion in his black eyes.

"What kind of tone are you talking to? Are you talking to your mother?"

"Then what should say to you?" Zayn smiled. "Do you think the marriage of your son is more important

than your son's dignity? I've said that I won't marry Kate in front of the national nobility."

"No! How can you bet on your marriage with Kate? Kate is pregnant, and her heart has just recovered.

She has the blood of the Ali Enterprises. If you don't try to marry her early, why do you bet like that with

Aman? Where are you putting the Ali Enterprises?" Mrs. Ali couldn't believe that he, as the heir of the

Ali Enterprises, could break off the marriage with Kate so rashly.

"Where is it?"Zayn laughed. "Why do I listen to your words? It's like I've made a woman's belly bigger

outside, but I don't marry her?"

"What's the difference?" Mrs. Ali said, "What's more, Kate is your fiancee. You should marry her. The

Ali Enterprises will not agree if you break the engagement with her!"

"I can't make decisions for my own life long event?" Zayn's eyebrows turned cold. "What do you

mean?"

"Sia you can't get married in a child's play! It's about the serious relationship between the Ali

Enterprises and the Bishop family!"

"So you don't care about what I'm doing?"

"You... Are you going to make me mad?" Mrs. Ali shouted. "Come back quickly and discuss this with

your father and the other people of the Ali Enterprises. Don't worry that they won't be able to keep your

promise in front of the powerful figures of the country. As long as Aman lets go, no one will take it

seriously..."

"Oh?" Zayn's eyes darkened. "You want grandma to find that man again?"

Although he was upset about losing the gamble, he didn't want to give up Chloe. But if the Ali

Enterprises went to find Aman.

This made him no longer depressed. No matter how badly he lost, he didn't want Old Madam Ali to go

to Aman for a favor!

"That's better than unilaterally breaking off the engagement with Kate!" Mrs. Ali said, "Anyway, this is

not going to work. Now that Kate has the flesh of the Ali Enterprises, the wedding can't be delayed."

Zayn didn't say anything.

"Zayn, do you hear me? Come back quickly!"

"I'm sorry. I have something to do." Zayn spat out a thick cloud of smoke coldly. Molly heart tightened.

"Also, I advise you. The Ali Enterprises's favor at Aman's will come to an end sooner or later. If you

don't want to make a fool of yourself."

"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Ali was very angry. "Who doesn't know that Aman is a cool person?

Last time, he drove me and your father out of the banquet. Do you think I'm not angry with him? Do we

want to find him? Isn't it for your marriage with Kate?"

"Then you don't have to do that."

"You're still saying that!"

"I'm not trying to shirk my responsibility." Zayn thought of the night at the Ali Enterprises's bar. The cold

light in his eyes dimmed again. "I didn't mean to have a baby with her. That time, she took advantage of

me drinking too much..."

"She is your fiancee. It's a good thing that Kate has a child. What you have to do now is to marry

Kate..."

Zayn hung up the phone.

His frowning eyebrows reflected in the mirror.

On the phone, the number sent another message: [The address has been changed. Let's invite Mr. Ali

to Hong Kong Garden.]

The other party mentioned a name of a private club.

In Zayn, it was a private club that was second only to the title of the high-ranking rich man. Compared

with the high-end commercialization of the title of the high ranking rich man, Hong Kong Garden had a

complicated background. The guests were from various walks of life. It was a place that could be

entered as long as they had money.

A beautiful waitress stood outside the painted gate of the Hong Kong Garden. When she saw Zayn,

she bowed deeply and said, "Mr. Ali, please come in. The gentleman is waiting for you."

The waiter led Zayn to a high-end VIP elevator. Zayn held his hands together and leaned on the

supported bar in the elevator, frowning all the time.

In front of him, the waiter's beautiful body was in front of him, but he was not in the mood to look at it.

"Mr. Ali, please." After the elevator door opened, the waiter stood outside and invited her.

Zayn walked out and predicted who was the person who contacted him. Judging from the tone of the

other party's phone, it must be a person with a high status... Otherwise, no one dared to talk to him like

this.

Thinking of this, the muscle of Zayn's face twitched.

"Sir, you're inside." The waiting staff stood outside a private room.

After the door opened, the waiting staff left.

After Zayn walked in, he saw Frederick sitting in the gorgeous VIP room. The person who had

disappeared was sitting in the room, with two hatchet men standing behind him. There were several

women surrounding him....

Zayn didn't care about this person. He just frowned coldly. "Where is that person?"

"The Mr. Ali is here?" Frederick opened his eyes and said to the women next to him with a lazy smile,

"Those who don't have a sense of propriety like you, go to greet him. He is the famous Crown Prince of

the Ali Enterprises Group!"

The woman on the body of Frederick came down and approached the cold-faced Zayn with a fearful

look.

"No, I don't think it's necessary. I don't think it's dirty."

Zayn looked at these people as if he was looking at rubbish.

"Why did you say that, Mr. Ali? The more a woman is, the more men love her, isn't it?" Frederick said

with a smile. A big scar crossed his face, which made his smile look more lethal.

"Of course the rubbish thinks so." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"You..."

Frederick's face immediately twisted.

"Your brother and sister have defeated the Dior family." Zayn looked at the man who had only appeared

after hiding for a few months. "I feel pity for your father, President Dior."

Frederick face was colorful.

His current state couldn't be compared to that of the son of a rich and powerful family.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and pulled his lips ferociously. "After Mr. Ali saw the

accident of the Dior family, didn't he withdraw the cooperation with the company of the Dior family in

time? Now he is sure to say the words of sympathy for the Dior family again?"

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you." Dior didn't have much patience. "You don't deserve to talk to

me. Call that person out."

Zayn knew very well that how could it be this Frederick who had been hiding for a few months? This

Frederick must have sworn allegiance to someone... That was why he was able to avoid the disaster.

And the man who asked him to come over was the one who let Frederick run away...

Frederick gritted his teeth.

"You go out." He pushed a woman next to him.

"Yes."

These women immediately bowed their heads and went out.

Frederick stretched out his hand and pointed to the sofa opposite him. "Please take a seat, Mr. Ali."

After Zayn sat down, he crossed his legs and lit a cigarette. "I don't have time to talk nonsense with

you. Where is that person?"

Frederick said, "How did Mr. Ali know that the person he invited was not me?"

"You?" Zayn raised his dark and deep eyes. "You don't have the right to invite me. A person who

doesn't even dare to show up when his company is divided doesn't even have time to escape, let alone

have the guts to appear in Zayn."

And he would also call this person Frederick.

Now, he didn't want to be polite to this bastard at all.

With a fake smile on his face, the veins on his clenched hand protruded. "Yes, after all, I'm running for

my life now, but I believe that such a situation won't last long..."

Zayn raised his eyelids under the smoke.

Even Frederick's face was shaking with hatred. "I will definitely take revenge on Aman!"

"You don't have the ability to do that, and I'm not interested in your affairs." Zayn said, "I'll ask you one

last time, where is that person?"

Frederick endured for a moment and said with a smile, "No wonder you are the Mr. Ali. There is

someone else who wants to find you. I just came to meet you and pass on a message to you."

After that, he dialed a number and threw the phone from the air to Zayn.

Zayn took the phone and put it in his ear. "I'm Zayn."

"Hello, Mr. Ali." On the phone, the man's voice was a little mysterious and hoarse. "Last night, on

'Betting King's account, you and Aman's gambling game was really wonderful. It's a pity that you lost a

little too badly.

"Who are you?" Zayn asked in a low voice.

"Your friend."