It was midday when the convoy of cars arrived at Sultan's estate. The first notable appearance in front of the main entrance of the largest villa on the land was an elegantly dressed old couple seemingly waiting for someone. The eyes of the woman whose physical appearance is concealed due to the niqāb attire she was wearing lit up happily at the arrival of the cars. She would have rushed to the cars if she wasn't held back by her husband who was similarly dressed in an expensive bisht outfit. The cars came to a stop and the doors opened one after the other. A guard came out of one particular car that looked completely different from the rest. No, it's not the color that differentiates it. It's the conspicuous sultan crest vested in front of the car. The guard opened the door of the back seat and Zayn walked out. The woman teared up at this sight. Her husband had to hold her. Zayn walked forward to them with a smile on his face. The guards followed closely behind him. One

'I had to check moments several times to confirm that I am not seeing things. The business king is back!!' someone commented. 'Humph, you should rephrase your words. He was the ex-business king. It doesn't matter if he's back or not.' 'Regardless, business life is bound to be interesting now that he's back. Say, why do you think he disappeared for so long? He was on the verge of being the top back then.' 'So what? He didn't manage to get to the top and he wouldn't be able to do so now. There are other prominent men ruling the world now.' 'Not all of them could do what he did. A twenty-one year old man managed to make even business veterans shiver those years. Do you really think he can't do it again?' 'He won't be twenty-one forever. So many years have passed. He must be growing beards now. And I don't really believe those rumors stating he was twenty-one. It's probably a man in his thirties hiding behind a facade!' 'Why do you think he disappeared all those years? Did he perhaps

"Khalid, where are you going?" Farah held her son's arm as he attempted to leave the party. She noticed how moody he has been since the party started but there was little she could do to help. Khalid gently shook off her hand and tried to leave again without answering her. But she was having none of it. "If you leave, your father will be displeased with you and I am aware you know that isn't an emotion you should warrant now." Khalid snickered. He looked up and scanned the party. His eyes fell upon his father who was with Zayn and Faez's family. "I feel suffocated here." And then, he left. Farah followed him. As he walked up to the balcony, she tried to make him change his mind. "You really shouldn't spend so much time up here. What if your father goes around searching for you?" His response was a cold chuckle. He abruptly stopped, causing his mother to almost run into him. Luckily, she managed to stop herself on time. "Will he?" His cold eyes were on her. "Because

Zayn stood in front of the mirror, basking in the glory of his manly physique. A toothbrush was in his hand while his phone was in the other. He arched his brow when he checked the picture he had posted two to three hours ago. It already had five hundred thousand likes, on the way to a million milestone. He checked the comments and snickered. "Never knew I was so popular," He mumbled as he scrolled through the comments that had netizens trolling both Lord Z and Zayn Sultan. Are they aware that the two different persons they are trolling are actually the same person? Zayn shook his head and rinsed off the toothpaste from his mouth. Only a small number of the netizens were expressing their excitement at his return. (As Lord Z.) Others were either asking to know why he disappeared and were even already speculating that he must have offended somebody. As Zayn stepped under the shower, he chuckled. If only they knew he had actually been living a low-key life as a live-in son-

Slash! Zayn felt the breeze slapped his face as the knife whizzed past, narrowly missing his left eye. He could have sworn the sharp tip of that knife was directly headed to his eye but took a turn at the last minute. Still, he didn't fret. His calm expression surprised and amused the gang. "Are you scared?" The huge man assumed to be the gang leader asked. "You just have to follow us the easy way and we'll cease this violence immediately." A wicked smile danced on Zayn's face as he looked up. He could feel the people holding onto him were distracted and already weakened their hold on him. "What do we do? I just so happen to love violence." Before the gang members had the time to react to his words, he freed one of his hands swiftly and pulled the man close to him. Swinging his fist, he punched the unprepared man hard. "Argh!" A painful scream rang out in the garage. The gang members watched in horror as blood streamed down their colleague's face and he dropp