When Life Takes a Turn – Chapter 1160

“For God’s sake, can you stop acting like you’re hot sh*t already?!” Ingrid bristled as she trained an accusatory finger on Zayn.

She was disgusted.

“Do you even know who we’re up against? He’s f*cking related to the city mayor! The city mayor, mister! That means he’s got loads of money and power, if you’re too slow to get me.”

“He can skin you alive and get rid of you like you’re trash on the sidewalk! Meanwhile, you’re here huffing and puffing like a white knight who no one gives a f*ck about!”

Her words were extremely caustic, even for someone like her, but to screech and point at Zayn was an outright display of irreverence. Zayn would have reacted by slapping her across the face if anyone else was shouting at him so rudely, but he could not bring himself to do so. After all, they were the people who saved him.

Flashing an awkward smile meant to appease her, he replied, “Listen, Miss Jonas. Don’t be mad. I’m only stating facts. The thing is, the mayor’s nephew and I have history, more accurately, I taught him a lesson just half a year ago. Honest!”

Zayn tried to sound as earnest as possible just to show how serious he was about his claim, and honestly, he only mentioned it because he wanted to calm the young women down.

Agatha would need it the most, she was so distracted by her anxiety that she had not been paying attention to the road. There had been a few close calls where she almost hit some pedestrians.

Had such an exchange happened two days ago, Agatha would have leap into Zayn’s defense and shut her cousin down for being so acrid, yet she did none of that today, that was how tired and disappointed she was with him.

She had to wonder if her intuition really was that terrible. Did she really mistake Zayn for being more cultured and couth than he really was? In the end, he was just like every other man and worse, because he was also a shameless, self-aggrandizing, delusional little showboat.

She sighed. Disgusted as she was, Agatha could not come up with a single barbed retort. In the end, she replied courteously, “Look, Mr. Larson. I get you’re trying to help, I really do. But Rugal Gonzalez is a savage. Worse, he’s a powerful savage, we don’t stand a chance against him at all.”

“So please… When we’re finally home, could you please stay in the car? I’m going to have to handle this, and when it’s finally settled, I’ll ask you to come in. Can you do that for me? Please?”

Agatha’s voice had been somber. In fact, judging from how tightly she bit her lips, anyone could tell how depressed and humiliated she was about everything.

Zayn’s lips parted to form a reply, but before he could say anything, he stopped himself. It would not matter just how well he explained himself; neither Agatha nor Ingrid would believe him.

Maybe his defense would only make him seem even worse in their eyes too. After all, Zayn was just a smarmy, thick-skinned confident man in their eyes.

Maybe the better strategy was to keep a low profile and handle Rugal once they had arrived. Seeing was believing, after all. He would have no problem explaining himself after that.

Agatha watched him sink into silence. She interpreted it as a tacit admission to overselling himself. Now, utterly let down, any remnant of the good feeling she had about him was gone.

As luck would have it, the congestion did not last for as long as they had dreaded. A few minutes later, the traffic went back to its regular pace once more. It was a small consolation, though, because it still took them more than half an hour to reach home.

The first things that entered the young ladies’ line of sight were several luxury cars opposite her jeep. One of them, a black Mercedes-Maybach, belonged to Rugal.

She thinned her lips, her nerves tightening as her mood spiraled downwards.

“Aggie? That’s Rugal’s Mercedes-Maybach, isn’t it? He really has been waiting for you at home…” Ingrid pointed begrudgingly. Like her cousin, she was scared enough that her face turned ashen.

Agatha nodded darkly and took a deep breath. “I can’t run away from him forever, can I? Let’s get inside and face him head-on. It’s not like he’d do anything criminal in broad daylight.”

She steeled herself and stepped into her house.

Zayn was about to get out of the car when Ingrid caught him in the middle of the act. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Did you forget what we told you already? You’re supposed to wait inside!”

“We’ll tell you to come over when it’s all done, okay? Seriously! Are you deaf, or were you dropped as a baby?”

Zayn tried to persuade her once more. “Miss Rouge, please believe me. I can help you. Rugal will be too afraid the moment he sees—”

“Shut up!”

Agatha finally snapped. She cut Zayn short as genuine exasperation colored her mien red.

It was rare to see her so mad, but she could not keep her cool. He was just so… irritating!

Zayn himself was stunned. Throughout the two days he had spent with her, she never once displayed such ill temper, yet here Zayn was, irritating a gentle, soft-spoken soul into snarling in pure rage. Quite an embarrassing feat, to say the least.