Chapter 128 Let Her Worry for Once
MBK Group Building, Sebastian's Office.
He sat in a black chair, his desk cluttered with documents. His clean fingers gripped a pen, and he signed his name with such force that it almost pierced the paper.
Turning his head slightly, his strikingly handsome face gazed out the window, taking in the view of half the city. The imposing aura with which he surveyed the scenery cloaked him in an aura of supreme glory.
Dario knocked on the door, and from inside came Sebastian's low voice, "Come in."
"Boss, you called for me." Dario entered, standing with his head bowed, trying to gauge Sebastian's mood today. As expected, Sebastian was expressionless and clearly in a bad mood, likely provoked by Brooklyn again.
Sebastian shifted his gaze from the window back to Dario, his cold eyes lingering on him, clearly hesitating about something and not speaking immediately.
The icy stare sent chills down Dario's spine, making him even more afraid to speak. He stood quietly, waiting for orders.
Sebastian's deep eyes glanced over Dario's head, his voice cold and steady, "Don't you have anything to say?"
Dario was taken aback by the question. It was Sebastian who had called him in, and now Sebastian was asking him. Dario didn't dare speak carelessly. If he said the wrong thing, he might be thrown out the window.
Dario rubbed his hands together; the atmosphere was tense, and the pressure was low. He had to say something.
So, Dario mustered up some courage. "Boss, well, there were quite a few people outside discussing the Mitchell Group's situation..."
Dario trailed off, not daring to continue, covering his awkwardness with a long string of nervous laughter.
But from what he knew of Sebastian, that fleeting look in his eyes seemed to be a sign of approval.
"What do you think?" Sebastian asked as he put down the pen, clasping his hands on the desk. He looked at Dario with a composed demeanor.
Dario hadn't expected Sebastian to continue questioning. Gulping hard, he chose his words carefully. "The Mitchell Group is in quite a bit of trouble this time. If things continue to deteriorate, the Mitchell Group might go bankrupt. The Mitchell Group has been hollowed out for a while now and can't withstand much turmoil. Boss, you have a keen eye and must already know this."
Clearly, his final awkward laugh was an attempt to divert attention. As a subordinate, it was impolite to comment on his boss's father-in-law's affairs.
Sebastian's thumbs slowly circled each other, his deep eyes brewing with a storm. If the Mitchell Group collapsed all at once, that foolish woman, Brooklyn, would be heartbroken.
But looking at the time, it was already close to noon.
Although he had threatened Brooklyn to ask for his help, she stubbornly refused to speak. Sebastian couldn't bear to see the Mitchell Group collapse either.
Damn it! The usually calm Sebastian was now quite irritated.
"Go to the relevant departments and vouch for the Mitchell Group. Help them avoid the spotlight. The necessary funds can be transferred from my account."
Sebastian's voice was steady as he issued the instructions, seemingly nonchalant while glancing at his wristwatch.
Upon hearing that Sebastian was going to intervene in the Mitchell Group's affairs, Dario quickly nodded. "Yes, boss! I'll handle it right away!"
Sebastian suddenly spoke in a cold voice, "Wait."
Dario stopped in his tracks and turned back. Was Sebastian already changing his mind?
Sebastian furrowed his brows tightly. "Don't let her know about this for now."
Dario felt pleased internally, but he put on an innocent expression and asked, "Who do you mean by 'her,' Mr. Kingsley? Ms. Turner?"
Sebastian grabbed a document and threw it directly at Dario. His subordinate's courage was growing!
"If you don't want to die, stop talking nonsense," Sebastian warned.
Dario quickly bent down to pick up the document and placed it back on the desk. "Yes, my mistake, boss. Please calm down. I'll handle it immediately."
Watching Dario leave the office, Sebastian leaned back in his chair. The time on his wristwatch was already close to 11:50 AM.
It seemed she wasn't going to call for help.
Sebastian sighed lightly. What was he doing? Why was he repeatedly giving in to a woman like Brooklyn?
What made her worth it?
Thinking of this, Sebastian rubbed his forehead in frustration.
At this moment, at the Bayside Villa.
Brooklyn clutched her phone tightly, gritting her teeth. She had already asked everyone she could think of, and Kelly had also reached out to all her contacts, but no one dared to take on this difficult challenge.
Fake accounts and tax evasion were highly sensitive issues in the business world and almost impossible to resolve.
Was she really going to have to ask Sebastian for help? Brooklyn bit her lip as she looked at the scenery outside the villa. The view was beautiful, but she had no heart to appreciate it.
As the time approached noon, Brooklyn decided to take the plunge and call Sebastian. After all, she was now penniless and at his mercy. What more outrageous conditions could he possibly impose?
At worst, she would have to sleep with him a few more times.
He was her husband, but she felt that every time they were together, he was using it as a form of punishment, which made her a bit fearful.
The phone suddenly vibrated on the desk. Sebastian looked up from a pile of documents, feeling quite surprised. Brooklyn was actually calling?
He maintained his previous posture, watching the phone screen flash. Brooklyn rarely called him, and when she did, it was almost always about divorce or other people and matters.
So he decided to let her worry for once. He was not someone she could summon at will.
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