Zayn's pov.
“Mr Morrison, her?”
The shabby headed man asked, his frustration burning through his voice. I recognized him as Caitlyn's ex husband, Mason. I had a few of my men investigate her background a few days ago.
“She just got divorced,” he continued, “she probably deceived you.” He was so desperate to bring Caitlyn down, and she was letting him get to her.
She stood beside me, her head lowered and her breaths unsteady, almost like she was about to cry. I scoffed, I hated weakness.
“The only person who is deceived here is you, thinking that you have the right to stand in front of me and speak. You must have no idea what I am capable of.” I said sternly, my gaze fixed on him.
He took a few steps back and gulped. “I'm sorry, Mr Morrison, I was only looking out for you. Women
