Chapter 43

The woman smiled with confidence upon hearing Hans' words. "I believe you're a man of your word, Mr. York." Everyone knew that Zayn was the most reckless player in their circle. Forget feeding him wine mouth-to-mouth, she was sure she could handle whatever else came her way. Holding a wine glass, the seductive woman swayed toward Zayn. Her voice was pitched high as she said, "Mr. Peyton—" Before she could finish her sentence, Zayn coldly interrupted, "Get lost." The woman froze, 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 while." The next second, a loud bang echoed through the room. The woman sitting next to Zayn was suddenly shoved 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 to open her mouth. She screamed in p