Holding a wine glass, the seductive woman swayed toward Zayn. Her voice pitched high as she said, “Mr. Peyton—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Zayn coldly interrupted, “Get lost.”

The woman ignored him, staring into Zayn’s eyes, which were clouded with disdain. Undeterred, she sat beside him and reached for his arm. “Mr. Peyton, have a drink with me. It’s been a—”

The next second, a loud bang echoed through the room. The woman sitting next to Zayn was suddenly thrown onto the coffee table in front of her. Drinks spilled everywhere. Her back slammed against the table, causing her to cry out in pain.

Before she could recover, Zayn grabbed her face, forcing her mouth open. She screamed in panic, fear filling her eyes as she looked up at Zayn. He stared coldly at her. “You want to drink, huh? Tonight, I’ll make sure you get your—”

With that, he grabbed a nearby bottle and poured the alcohol straight into her mouth. The people in the room had never seen Zayn this furious. No one dared to speak.

Finally, Hans couldn’t stand it anymore. He stepped forward to intervene, saying, “Zayn, that’s enough.” Zayn angrily threw the bottle onto the floor. “What a disgusting place of trash! Get the hell out!”

The woman turned pale and scrambled out of the room. Zayn irritably slouched back in his seat, continuing to drink in silence. Hans sat next to him and took the bottle from his hand. “In a bad mood?”

Zayn shot him a sharp look and reached for the bottle. Hans avoided his hand. “Enough. You’ve been drinking every day lately. Don’t you care about your—”

Hearing that, Zayn’s expression darkened immediately. “Give it to me.” Hans reluctantly handed him the bottle.

With the bottle back in his hand, Zayn tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. “What’s going on? Did you argue with your girlfriend?”

Zayn mumbled coldly, “Don’t even mention that bitch.” Just thinking about being deceived by Megan made him furious. He angrily threw the empty bottle onto the floor, bent over to grab a cigarette from the table, and lit it.

Someone murmured, “Mr. Peyton, why don’t you call Julie over?” Hans, hearing this, reddened and shot the speaker a fierce glare. “If you don’t know what to say, then just shut up! I know you’ve been drinking, but can’t you stay quiet for once?” The person was taken aback by Hans’ anger.

He shrugged nonchalantly, “Well, Mr. Peyton can only be controlled by Julie. I didn’t say anything wrong.”

Zayn leaned back on the couch, his gaze fixed on the colorful ceiling. He muttered under his breath, “She won’t come.”

Hans cast a curious glance at Zayn. “Who won’t come?”

Zayn took a deep drag from his cigarette, flicked the half-smoked stub onto the ground, and grumbled, “I risked getting scolded just to appease her—even bought her a house, and what do I get?”

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. His voice rose as he continued, “And in the end, that bitch is laughing it up with another man! Julie, how dare she be with someone else? How dare—”

Zayn gestured with his hand. Hans paused for a moment. “You’re saying she’s with another man? When did this happen? Who is he?”

Zayn sneered. “Who else? Blaine, of course. She thinks that by getting close to him, he’ll marry her. What a joke. The Chandler family would never look at someone like her.”

Hans didn’t respond immediately, but he gave Zayn a thoughtful glance before getting up and walking away to make a call.

Later that night, Zayn arrived home at around 1:00 AM. As he reached the car, he noticed someone huddled by the villa’s gate. Zayn instinctively moved closer. “Jul—” He didn’t finish his sentence. Upon seeing who was crouching at the gate, his expression darkened immediately. The thought of Megan deceiving him ignited a deeper rage.

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“What are you here for?” Zayn’s tone was cold, and just hearing it made Megan shiver. She stood up, nervously glancing at him. “Zay—Zayn, I… I want to apologize.”

Zayn raised an eyebrow, his gaze locking onto her. She was covered in wet patches, likely because she had been waiting here for a while. He didn’t speak, simply waiting for her to continue.