Chapter 534 People Are Shocked, And Scared, And Someone Begs For Their Lives…

Jose Rivera swore to God—he had never imagined the man Brock accused of impersonating the chairman would be the genuine article himself! Looking at that half-smile hanging on Zayn’s lips right now made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. If one had to ask who he feared the most in the entire world, his answer would, undoubtedly, be Zayn Larson himself. Jose had lived well into his middle age; his battles in the world of business had been numerous as much as they were fabled. Years spent in the world added experience and knowledge, hardening the man’s natural mettle and grit, and for the most part, he was the kind who would not bend a knee to anyone, let alone fear them. Zayn, however, was a different thing altogether. Just a glance at him drew out primal fear from the deepest recesses of his mind. When he first met the chairman, Jose had been dismissive of the young man. He made the mistake of thinking Zayn was another one of those trust-fund kids, a brat who thought his family’s wealth was a skill that sufficed. Jose had not regarded the young man highly at all. Of course, that gradually changed the longer he spent time with Zayn. He could not help but feel the man conquering his admiration and awe, and by the end of it, his initial dismissive attitude had all but evaporated. In its place was now fearful respect, and after seeing Zayn throw a tantrum that one time, he willingly submitted himself to the young man as his underling. Meanwhile, many in the crowd had been waiting for Zayn to embarrass himself. After witnessing Jose’s fanfare and the number of people he brought, it was only natural that they thought Jose was going to use Zayn to wipe the floor. What they did not expect, however, was the belligerent-looking middle-aged bigshot to suddenly cower before the young man as his face turned as pale as a sheet! Even more baffling of all was how Jose addressed the young man—“Mr. Chairman”?! If anyone in the crowd had the worst case of goosebumps and anxiety, it would be Brock Ashton himself. By this point, even a halfwit would have already come to the conclusion that Zayn was no dirt-poor lowborn. He was exactly as he claimed to be: the chairman of Violet Vision. Brock felt that his limbs had gone cold while his mind was even colder from fear! The chairman of Violet Vision was functionally a monarch. He was someone so beyond Brock’s measly rank that the latter should never have risked embittering. Unfortunately, now he had, and his world was crumbling into bleak despair. “Wait, so he… he’s really the chairman of Violet Vision?” Mary cried out, her eyes widening and her mouth hanging agape enough for a fist to fit. She was far from the only one who bore such a comical reaction. Everyone else was just as shocked! Only Alexandra showed no sign of bemusement though her face was still bright and red in excitement. Her hands that rested on Zayn’s shoulders squeezed in jubilance as an enlivened smile bloomed. “You think you’re some bigshot, don’t you, Jose Rivera? Bringing that many people with you as though you’re here to usurp me,” Zayn sneered. He glared at the man, and the air around him took a dive into terror. Jose’s horror grew as he felt Zayn’s eyes boring through him until finally, his psychological defense crumbled into ruins. He fell to his knees. “Please don’t be mad, sir! Please, forgive me!” he begged, “I didn’t know it was you! Had I known… I wouldn’t do anything that would make me an enemy to you! Please understand this: it’s all Brock Ashton’s godd*mned fault! He duped me! He told me someone was impersonating you! Your loyal subject only came because he wanted to protect your esteemed reputation from such an individual… I would never want to be your enemy, never! Please, sir, reconsider!” Did Jose just… beg for mercy? Brock could not believe his eyes at all. This was the most shocking thing he had ever seen!