Zyair was perturbed beyond words hearing her desperate voice, pleading with him. He wanted to burn all the obstacles that stood between them just to get to her.
However, he took great precautions to safeguard his privacy because paparazzi and cameramen occasionally followed him to get a picture of his uncovered face. He still wanted to throw anyone off who might be on his trail.
He first went to his office's underground parking lot where he kept his ARCH bike. He had changed the number plate but his bike was the same.
Picking up an extra helmet Zyair entirely changed his attire. Now he was clad in all black leather and seemed nothing less than a man who had stepped out of a bike club.
He called Kail; his personal bodyguard. As soon as he picked up Zyair said.
"Swap the area, Kail, I am coming over. I don't want any suspicious person or any paparazzi lurking around the house."
"On it," Kail replied in a robotic voice.
