Chapter 536 People Aren’t Afraid Of You Because Of The Way You Look, Zayn!

“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 and her other friends’ clambering footsteps. “What did you say?” “Nothing,” came the reply, along with her shaking her head. It was not a lie. The night the Smiths knew that Zayn was the chairman and the man Mr. Hyde obeyed was the night the entire family had a new plan for their precious little daughter. They wanted Alexandra to exhaust all the feminine charm she had to attract Zayn’s affection—even after knowing that he was a divorced man. Honestly, Zayn’s status was so high that any connection with him could act as a springboard for the Smiths to climb even higher in prestige. Mary and the rest of her friends finally caught up to Zayn and Alexandra. Curiously, though, they resigned to standing at a distance about a few meters away, all of their expressions brimming with nervousness, respect, excitement, and gushing admiration. Zayn was no different from a mythological deity to them—a sort of higher being that mortals like them could never hope to get close to. Sure, they wanted to flatter him and earn a spot on his good side, but at the same time, they were worried that they might end up drawing his ire—and subsequently, a hellish condemnation. Alexandra waved at them. “Come on, Mary! What are you doing standing there? Over here!” Mary braved a few more steps though one could still spot anxiety on her face. She walked on her toes, exercising an overt amount of caution that could only be explained as being absurdly worried over making the wrong move that could set Zayn off. “Hey, Alex. I… I’m sorry about what happened back there. I didn’t know your boyfriend was the chairman himself, so… I’m sorry! Please forgive me!” she blabbered nervously, sniping a glance at Zayn before darting away in the next millisecond. She was terrified. The rest of her companions acted similarly, and Zayn felt quite helpless. Did he truly seem so terrifying? Alexandra wrung her hands. “Why are you so scared, Mary? There’s no need to be nervous—we’re besties, remember?” she replied serenely. “What happened back there was hardly your fault. You didn’t even want it to happen! It’s all because of that b*stard Brock Ashton, and he got what he justly deserved!” Mary seemed to relax a little though she tensed up once more as soon as she cast anxious eyes at Zayn. Adopting a docile, humble mannerism, she said gingerly, “Um, sir? I didn’t mean to offend you back there, but I’ll apologize all the same. Please don’t be mad at me.” It was Zayn’s turn to wave his hand offhandedly. “It was nothing. I’m not the kind who hold grudges.” He turned to the rest of her companions, who remained rooted to their spots several meters away. “Look, can y’all relax? I’m perfectly capable of distinguishing what’s right or wrong, you know. I can tell that none of you had anything to do with what happened just now, so no, I’m not mad or anything.” The crowd seemed to collectively relax. They exchanged glances with one another and started toward Zayn tentatively, observing him with a slightly closer inspection. The lingering fear in their faces amused him. Was he really that terrifying? It was getting late into the night, and Zayn expressed his impatience to return home. It was an effective cue as it turned out because the company quickly understood him, found their own excuses, and left Zayn and Alexandra alone. “It’s getting late. You should go home and rest too,” Zayn said to his companion. Alexandra blinked. “It’s only ten, Zayn. The night’s still young! Wanna visit my place?”