Chapter 331 Survive in a Desperate Situation
Sebastian looked up at Rachel, feeling his heart sink at the disgust in her eyes. He frowned, struggling to find the right words. "Rachel, I..."
He trailed off, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He wanted to explain, to make her understand, but where could he even start? He'd already called the victims' families and issued a news release. Rachel must've heard by now.
But she didn't know everything. The chaos at the scene—the angry Phase One owners, the troublemakers—they weren't his doing.
Rachel's cold stare pierced through him. "Mr. Kingsley, if you have something to say, say it now. Don't come to my home later, acting like a scoundrel, insisting on talking to me."
Sebastian's face tightened at her harsh words. He whispered, "I didn't call those owners, and I didn't call the media today either."
He just wanted to warn Rachel first. If she would talk to him properly, he wouldn't target the Davis family.
Now that things had escalated, Sebastian felt he needed to clarify.
Rachel sneered. "So, you did contact the victims' families and issued the news release?"
Sebastian fell silent, her gaze holding no empathy. His silence was acknowledgment enough.
Rachel's stare was cold and unyielding. "That's what I thought," she said, emotionless. She saw through him, understanding his actions without needing his words.
She looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.
The troublemakers outside were gradually dispersing.
Sebastian followed her gaze, confused.
His eyes were intense as he looked back at Rachel.
Rachel crossed her arms, standing straight, with a contemptuous smile.
Sebastian felt uneasy, thinking the troublemakers had dispersed too quickly.
His hand clenched slightly, and a few seconds later, his phone rang.
Sebastian frowned at the caller ID; it was his uncle, Larry Kingsley.
He looked up at Rachel. "Rachel, what did you do?"
Rachel smiled faintly. "Your uncle Larry hired a hitman to kill his wife ten years ago, and his son inherited the fortune. Now that he's out of prison, it's causing a stir, right?"
Sebastian's face twisted with anger and frustration. "You’ve been planning this all along, haven’t you?"
Rachel’s smile faded, her eyes hardening. She snapped, "Mr. Kingsley, you might find it harder than you think to shatter my dignity."
She glared at Sebastian. "Do you think today’s news will focus more on your Uncle Larry’s murder case or the safety incident at Riverfront Estate four years ago?"
Silence hung in the air as the tension between them intensified. Sebastian’s phone buzzed incessantly, but he ignored it, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned white. He kept his stern gaze fixed on Rachel.
How could he forget that Rachel was always ruthless? If he couldn't subdue her in one go, she'd bring him endless trouble.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Rachel, you really are a heartless monster."
Rachel nodded lightly, admitting her heartlessness. She chuckled and shot back, "It's better than Mr. Kingsley being unfaithful everywhere."
Sebastian's face shifted. He looked at Rachel, silent for a few seconds, then said, "Rachel, you're still upset about Clara, aren't you? You care because you have feelings for me. I can assure you, Clara's return was my doing, but nothing happened between us. Today's mess is my fault, and you've retaliated. I'll help fix this, and you don't..."
Before he could finish, a male voice cut in. "Ms. Davis, how effective is the strategy of putting yourself in a desperate situation to survive?"
Sebastian frowned and looked toward Charles.
Charles, in rimless glasses and a white suit with dragon patterns, walked in from the side door, flanked by a dozen bodyguards. His gentle appearance masked an air of arrogance.
Sebastian felt a sudden tightness in his chest.
Rachel turned, saw Charles, and smiled faintly. "Mr. Wright, your strategy worked perfectly."
Sebastian paused, his expression stiff. His assistant hurried in, glanced warily at Charles, then whispered to Sebastian, "Public opinion has shifted. Phase Two owners got substantial compensation, and Phase One owners got some too. Now the media is criticizing the troublemakers for being greedy."
"The victims' bodies were exhumed when Ms. Davis took over the Davis Group. The families took the money but didn't claim the bodies. They thought they could extort Ms. Davis, but she placed the bodies in a cemetery. Now they're afraid of the media and have left," the assistant explained the situation further.
Sebastian's face changed dramatically. He suddenly understood what Charles meant by "putting yourself in a desperate situation to survive."
They had made a big deal out of it, then guided the media to expose the truth, making the troublemakers feel the pressure of public opinion.
"Rachel, are you working with him?" Sebastian asked, eyes filled with disbelief.
Charles was Layla's stepson, and Rachel hated Layla. Sebastian had thought she wouldn't get close to the Wright family.
But now...
Charles had a victorious smile. He glanced at Sebastian, his expression unchanged but with a hint of provocation.
He then looked at Rachel, smiling. "Ms. Davis, can we sign the contract now?"
Rachel replied calmly, "Of course."
Sebastian saw Rachel walking toward Charles and wanted to stop her, but he was too late and didn't even touch her clothes.
He wanted to step forward, but his assistant grabbed him.
The assistant leaned in, whispering urgently, "Mr. Kingsley, there's one more thing. Your father's first wife has returned with a ten-year-old child. The Kingsley family did a DNA test, and it's confirmed—it's your father's child."
Sebastian's heart sank. A half-brother, appearing out of nowhere, born to his father's legitimate wife. The implications weighed heavily on him. As an illegitimate child, his position in the Kingsley family was already shaky.
The elders of the Kingsley family would undoubtedly use this new heir to strip him of his managerial rights.
His mind raced, the pressure mounting. Sebastian frowned deeply, casting one last, lingering glance at Rachel's back. Finally, he turned and left without another word.