Chapter 23 Prank
Brooklyn's gaze fell upon Sebastian and Megan, a trace of a bitter smile ghosting the corner of her mouth. Yet before the bitterness could fully materialize, it was swiftly replaced by an air of indifference.
From a short distance away, Quinn plucked a drink from a passing waiter's tray, observing Brooklyn's reaction with keen interest.
Incredibly, Brooklyn watched as her husband intimately embraced another woman, her countenance betraying no emotion. Quinn found himself both surprised and puzzled by her lack of reaction.
However, Quinn's curiosity was short-lived. When he looked up again, Brooklyn was already striding towards Sebastian!
Quinn leaned casually against the food shelf, one hand resting idly while the other held his wine glass. He exuded an air of nonchalant nobility, devoid of arrogance.
He was intrigued to see how Brooklyn would react.
Suddenly, Brooklyn felt her knee wound split open, a wave of intense pain coursing through her leg and radiating throughout her body. The pain ignited a fury within her, a desire to throttle both Megan and Sebastian!
Engulfed by the crowd, Megan and Sebastian remained oblivious to Brooklyn's approach. The guests, too, were unaware of Sebastian's wife's identity. Yet, as Brooklyn reached the edge of the crowd, her murderous intent evaporated.
She found herself unwilling to expose Sebastian and Megan's affair in such a public setting. Instead, she decided to make the evening a bit more interesting.
Quinn watched as Brooklyn once again retreated from the crowd, leaving him to wonder, "What could this mean?"
In the midst of the chaos, Brooklyn slipped through the crowd and soon vanished around a corner.
Meanwhile, Sebastian, still encircled by people, squinted suspiciously. He thought, "Why does that figure seem increasingly familiar?"
As he strained to get a better look, the figure had already disappeared.
Brooklyn navigated her way through the bustling crowd and took refuge behind a marble pillar. She drew in a deep breath. Lifting her skirt, she noted the bandage on her knee was soaked with blood. Indeed, her wound had worsened.
Waiters bustled up and down the aisle. Brooklyn lowered her head and quickly made her way towards the stairs, skillfully avoiding the surveillance cameras, and descended to the basement level.
If her memory served her right, this was the place.
Brooklyn smiled to herself, thinking, "Indeed."
Suddenly, a cry rang out!
The brilliantly lit banquet hall was abruptly plunged into darkness as all the lights went out!
The sounds of shattering glass, overturned tables, and screaming women echoed throughout the hall.
"Everyone, stay calm. It's just a power outage! Stay where you are and wait for the staff to fix the circuit!"
"Don't panic! Don't panic!"
"Stay in your places and don't move! It's just a temporary power outage!"
The staff of MBK Group's Royal Club attempted to reassure the guests, but the scene had already descended into chaos. Hundreds of people huddled together in the hall, a chorus of curses filling the air!
Guests pulled out their phones, casting a small pool of light in front of them. The once pristine white floor was now stained with various hues of spilled wine, and shards of broken glass littered the ground.
"Sebastian! Sebastian!"
Seizing the opportunity amidst the chaos, Megan clung tightly to Sebastian's neck. Sebastian's icy eyes narrowed slightly in the darkness as he calmly removed Megan's hand from his wrist and pushed her away. "I'll go check the situation."
Megan, taken aback by Sebastian's sudden departure, wore a look of hurt and anger as she pleaded, "Sebastian, I'm scared..."
Sebastian's brow furrowed in irritation as he retorted, "If you're scared, leave immediately."
"But..."
Before she could finish, Sebastian's tall figure had already disappeared into the light cast by her phone.
Sebastian squinted his eyes as the image of that familiar figure flashed through his mind. He wondered, "Could it really be her?"
Quinn's smile broadened as the power outage unfolded. He had expected Brooklyn to be momentarily frightened and endure it. He hadn't anticipated her to instigate such a grand spectacle.
He thought to himself, "Dr. Mitchell, you are impressive!"
In the midst of the pandemonium, Quinn seized the opportunity to slip away from the crowded hall, making a beeline for the basement. Brooklyn was conspicuously absent from the vicinity of the power control room, which was teeming with maintenance personnel.
"The wires have been severed. The repairs pose quite a challenge," they lamented.
"Regardless of the difficulty, we must expedite the repairs! Our guests this evening are either affluent or influential, and we simply cannot risk offending them."
"Understood, we will give it our all."
Upon catching the murmurs of the maintenance crew, a smug grin stretched across Quinn's face. He thought to himself, 'My sister-in-law is indeed thorough in her work.'
Emerging from the revolving glass doors of the main building, Sebastian prowled the premises, his icy gaze sharp as a blade, ready to strike down the "culprits" at a moment's notice.
Meanwhile, in the outdoor parking lot, Brooklyn stood defiantly before Sebastian's sleek, black Rolls-Royce. She retrieved a lipstick from her purse, coolly twisted it open, and proceeded to meticulously apply it to the windshield.
'Sebastian, you've done well! You dared to bring that woman, Megan, to the banquet?' she thought bitterly.
Brooklyn was unsure whether she was more enraged or wounded. The image of Megan nestled in Sebastian's arms played on a loop in her mind, each replay slicing through her heart like a razor blade. The pain was palpable, but so was an inexplicable sense of injustice.
'I am his wife! His wife!' she thought vehemently.
Just as her thoughts were spiraling, the sound of clapping drew Brooklyn's attention away from the lipstick-scrawled words on the windshield. She slowly raised her gaze to find Quinn leaning against the window, applauding her.
"My sister-in-law, you're quite something. I must say, I admire you," Quinn smirked, his handsome, youthful face radiating the characteristic nonchalance of a playboy.
Brooklyn responded with a cold snort, "Since you managed to track me down, you mustn't be too shabby yourself."
Quinn's gaze fell on the lipstick smears on the windshield as he slowly read aloud, "Damn it, give me back my money! Haha! What exactly are you inscribing, my sister-in-law?"
Discarding the lipstick, Brooklyn wiped her palm clean and retorted with a dismissive smile, "What's the matter? Is my penmanship not up to par?"
Quinn shook his head, "Indeed. It lacks the necessary intimidation and fails to deliver the desired effect of revenge."
"Oh, is that so? You seem to be quite knowledgeable," Brooklyn retorted, crossing her arms and staring at him calmly. "So, can you do better?"
Quinn bent down to retrieve the discarded lipstick, "Whether or not I can write is irrelevant. But I can certainly draw."
Brooklyn watched in silence as Quinn sketched a skull beneath the words.
"Is this your idea of drawing? How juvenile!" she scoffed.
Quinn dropped the lipstick, defending his artwork, "I did it to bring harmony to the scene!"
Brooklyn had no interest in engaging further with him and turned to leave. But as she pivoted, she was met with the sight of Sebastian, one hand casually tucked in his pocket, his icy gaze fixed on her and Quinn beside her.
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