Chapter 188 Who Are You To Compete With Me?

Quentin was dumbfounded and felt that the entire wall was shaking. The man unrelentingly vented his anger on the door in front of him. The electronic locks, which were very secure and strong, persisted for a while under Zayn's successive kicks. In the end, it collapsed with a bang. Zayn's legs seemed to feel nothing from the kick. He ignored the people’s reactions behind him and strode directly into the house. Then, he slammed the bedroom door open. The scene inside was reflected in his eyes. "President!" Quentin was afraid that Zayn would actually kill someone and hurriedly followed behind. In the room, Shaun gently placed Lindsey aside as if he did not see Zayn’s wrath and reached out to loosen his tie. He then lifted his gaze to meet Zayn’s glare. This glance, no doubt, was full of provocation. The man who was standing at the door clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. In the next second, he abruptly went forward and smashed his fist into Shaun's face. Shaun did not even dodge and took the punch head-on. Then, without hesitation, he hit back with full force. Earlier, Shaun loosening his tie was a warm-up before this battle. These two men had fought each other countless times, but Shaun had never been more ruthless than at this moment. Even though the two men wanted to kill each other, they both tacitly avoided the sleeping beauty on the bed. This kind of silent combat was most deadly. Quentin wanted to intervene, but he could not, so he quickly called for backup. Allie saw that Shaun had no intention of outing her, so her tense heart settled down. She pretended to be scared and shouted, "Stop fighting!" As if the two people were fighting because of her. The two men turned a deaf ear to Allie, but the woman in bed, who finally fell asleep with difficulty after making a fuss earlier, was awoken by Allie’s screams. Lindsey let out a small cry, "What are you doing...so noisy..." It was a very small voice, but the two men in a fierce fight heard her and stopped at the same time. Within a short few minutes, the two men’s faces looked bruised and swollen. Neither was better off than the other. Quentin saw the two men stop before he dared to go forward. He tried to pull Zayn away, but he was unmoved. Glancing between the two men and thinking that these two bosses were not easy to handle, Quentin had no choice but to go up and shake Lindsey awake. "Young Madam...Young Madam…" As soon as Quentin moved, he sensed the vicious glares behind him that were about to slice him to pieces, but he did not stop and used this to attract the attention of the two people behind him. "Hmm?" Lindsey finally gave a little response. She had a bad headache and was not even aware of what was going on around her. She just heard the noise. Zayn looked at her distressed face and wanted to carry her, but before he could take a step, he was stopped in his tracks by an arm that reached out in front of him. Shaun did not say a word, but his attitude was clear. He did not allow Zayn to take her away. "Shaun Juhl." Zayn looked at the man in front of him and finally said his first words after entering the room. "You can’t even rape a passed-out woman, so what right do you have to compete with me?" Shaun's face suddenly went pale and his body shook. "Kill those thoughts as soon as possible." Zayn sneered and never looked at Shaun again. He avoided Shaun’s arm and left with the woman in his arms. Quentin was ready to teach Shaun a lesson if he stood in the way, but Zayn’s words earlier seemed to have robbed Shaun of his strength. Shaun did not even retort and just watched them leave. Quentin just gave Shaun a deep look and stole a glance at Allie before he hurriedly followed behind Zayn. Allie was also shocked that a cool person like Zayn could say such degrading words. Allie’s eyes landed on Lindsey when Zayn picked her up earlier. She was still properly dressed and there were no signs of violation at all. Allie immediately felt frustrated. She had purposely waited at the door for a long time before leaving. Even if Zayn came and nothing really happened in the end, there was certainly enough time for Shaun and Lindsey to undress and lay in bed, but Shaun did not do anything. "What the hell are you thinking?" Allie sounded like she was blaming Shaun. "Shut up!" Shaun only reacted once he heard Allie. He reached out and picked up the jacket he had thrown aside. His face looked sorrowful as he turned around and walked out. Allie pulled him back, but after some thought, she did not know what to say, so she just sighed heavily. Such a good plan was messed up yet again. Zayn held the woman in his arms and forgot that only a few days ago, he had made up his mind to give her the cold shoulder. The woman in his arms exhaled a burning breath with the intoxicating smell of alcohol. She did not even react to being carried, so she must be really drunk. "President, should we go home?" The driver asked carefully. Zayn was annoyed and his tone was impatient as he said, "Where else would we go?" The driver did not dare to say more when he felt the coldness Zayn was emitting. His face was also frighteningly icy. "Water..." The woman in his arms suddenly murmured unconsciously. Zayn’s first reaction was to get water, but he looked around and could not find any in the car. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Lindsey's face. "No." His tone was fierce. The drunk Lindsey heard this aggressive tone and pouted. Before she made a sound, tears had already welled up in her eyes. Her tears were as big as pearls. They kept flowing out, but she did not speak and only cried. Seeing Lindsey like this, Zayn’s temper instantly dissipated. The anger in his chest was still there, but he could not bear to show his temper at her. "Don't cry," Zayn stiffly said as he wiped her tears. Who knew that it was better if he did not say that. That was because as soon as he opened his mouth, Lindsey felt even more aggrieved and buried her head in his chest as she bawled. Zayn felt like his heart was soaked in her tears. He instantly felt soft-hearted and heartbroken. He held her tightly in his arms and softened his voice as he helplessly said, "Don’t cry." However, the drunk Lindsey did not listen to him. His familiar scent only evoked Lindsey’s deeply repressed emotions.