Chapter 535 “Might Makes Right” Is The Creed

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. The only b*stard deserving of hell was Brock. “All right, get up now,” Zayn said, waving dismissively before looking at Brock. “This Ashton fella is your friend, isn’t he? Please make sure that I never see him again, okay? Failing to remove him from my sight translates is equal to submitting your resignation letter. Have I made myself clear?” Jose breathed a sigh of relief and nodded as much as a woodpecker. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! I understand, sir. I’ll make sure Brock Ashton can never find a job around these parts ever again!” With that, he turned around and slapped the man as hard as he could. “You blind piece of sh*t! How dare you challenge our chairman, you braindead dimwit?! You must be really bored with your life, aren’t you? Well, get this—from now on, as long as Jose Rivera lives, you’ll never get a job here!” Brock was mortified. He scrambled to apologize and beg for a second chance, knowing that Jose had the ability to knock him out of his highest point straight into the nadir. It was a terrifying prospect, and he absolutely could not bring himself to accept it. Jose paid him not a lick of mind. Desperate, Brock found himself pleading for a second chance before Zayn, his tears mixing with his snots as he begged the man to forgive a fool’s sin and let him live. Unsurprisingly, Zayn kicked him aside. He was not the type to pity him. No one else in the room showed him any sympathy either. Everyone remembered how arrogant and demanding he had acted earlier, and now the impression was seared in their minds enough to make them turn a blind eye to him. Now that Brock was dealt with, Zayn decided to leave rather than stay within everyone’s attention like an animal in a circus. Soon, he and Alexandra, along with a few others, emerged from the hotel. “What is it? Is there something on my face?” he blurted, rubbing his cheeks. Ever since they began their journey out of the hotel, Alexandra had been staring at him with unblinking eyes. It was getting to a point where she honestly spooked him a little. Alexandra’s eyes were twinkling with burning ardor. She had given up on belying her intense adulation and adoration, and it showed from how the fiery passion in her eyes threatened to engulf Zayn. “Oh my God, Zayn! You were so, so hot back there! I knew it! When I’m the one choosing, I pick only the best of the best!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his while her eyes narrowed into crescent-shaped arches found only on a woman who was grinning her widest. She was so earnestly happy and content that even a person standing far away would have felt it radiating from her. Zayn feigned a few coughs as soon as he found himself in her arms again. “Hey now, Ms. Smith. Are you sure it’s appropriate for you to hug me this tightly in public?” Alexandra winked. “It can’t be wrong if the two of us are already engaged!” Zayn was bewildered. “Now, wait a second, Ms. Smith! When did that happen? You can’t throw accusations like that around for giggles, man!” he rebuked hurriedly. Alexandra watched the panic in his face and pouted. “Gee, it was just a joke. I like to see you horrified every once in a while, you know? Besides, is it really that bad to be my fiance now?” “Is this really a good thing to joke about?” Zayn rolled his eyes. “I’m married. I have a wife to return to! You… you’re a bachelorette of high social standing! You and I should have a wide berth, okay?” A twinkle flitted through Alexandra’s eyes, and suddenly, she blurted out something that should not have been possible from her.