Chapter 240 The Most Meaningful Treasure
Brooklyn was determined to save the Mitchell Group from bankruptcy. Despite her dislike for Susie and Seraphina, the company was her father's life's work. She was the last line of defense. If it failed, she'd never forgive herself.
Zach's heart ached as his brows knitted together in distress. His usually calm and refined demeanor had transformed into an abyss of despair, his expression as gloomy and turbulent as a stormy sea. Each subtle change in his features revealed the depth of his affection for her.
He longed to reach out and envelop Brooklyn, who stood there helplessly, tears streaming down her face, in his arms. But he couldn't—not anymore. Her identity was now public, and a chasm lay between them that seemed insurmountable. Struggling with the pain, he forced himself to steady his breath, trying to regain control.
"What's the situation with the Mitchell Group now?" he asked gently.
His soothing voice above her head was enough to make her heart ache, and her tears flowed uncontrollably down her face.
She choked out, saying, "The Mitchell Group's funding has been cut off. Without new investment, the bank will seize the company soon. The stock has plummeted, and shareholders are panic-selling. The Mitchell Group can't come up with that much cash."
Zach's expression grew serious. Although he had never directly dealt with finance or corporate management, it was hard to believe that such a massive upheaval in Mitchell Group could be triggered by a scandal just a day after Susie's news broke.
Even a lean camel was bigger than a horse; he couldn't believe that a single scandal was truly responsible for Mitchell Group's current state.
"How much does Mitchell Group need? Is it just a matter of injecting funds now?"
Brooklyn bowed her head over the steering wheel but then suddenly lifted it. "Dr. Carter, I have something urgent to take care of. You should head back for now."
She was eager to push him out of the car. Yes, she had thought of a plan that, while it seemed crazy, was worth trying.
Mitchell Group needed money, and she could sell her personal belongings and mortgage everything she owned to raise as much cash as possible.
As for the situation with Sebastian, she didn't want to rely on the Kingsley family.
Everyone thought that by marrying Sebastian, she was after the Kingsley family's wealth and status. She was determined to prove them wrong.
"What's the rush? I'll come with you. Dr. Mitchell, you're not alone in this fight. Let me be there with you, and also…"
Zach hesitated, realizing that Mitchell Group required a large sum of money. Brooklyn didn't have to rely solely on Sebastian—he could help too.
So, Zach nodded. "Alright, you go handle what you need to. Trust me, Mitchell Group will come through this. Believe in me!"
He pressed his hand gently against her hand, the warmth of his palm seeming to transfer strength through her skin.
As Brooklyn's car drove away, Zach made a call.
"Jerry, listen up. I need a substantial amount of money transferred from my private account…"
"Now?" Jerry's voice was hesitant.
"Yes, now!" Zach said, settling back into his car and gripping the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes fixed on the direction Brooklyn had disappeared.
"The amount you're asking for is huge. We need to notify the bank twelve hours in advance—that's what was stipulated when we chose this method. Why the rush?"
Frustrated, Zach pounded the steering wheel. He had never handled such a large sum himself, so he wasn't familiar with the process. His assets were always managed by professional financial advisors.
Zach glanced at the time—it was 7:30 PM, and Emporcia was twelve hours behind.
To initiate the funds, he'd have to wait for another twelve hours—hoping that there would be no further changes at the Mitchell Group by then.
"The moment the time comes, you go ahead and take care of it. Remember, do it quickly!"
"Okay! I'll notify the bank now."
Brooklyn returned to her rented house and pulled out all her jewelry from the box under her bed. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she watched her tears stream down her face.
Inside, these were gifts from her parents for her birthday every year. To help her cherish the memories of growing up, they gave her expensive jewelry, not so that one day she would sell it to pay back debts.
Wiping away her tears, Brooklyn closed the box. "I'm sorry, but Mitchell Group is in crisis and I can't just sit by. I promise you, once I have the means, I'll buy each piece back. Please don't blame me."
Driving on, Brooklyn arrived at the pawn shop, where for the first time in her life, she stood, looking up at the sign that had nothing to do with her world.
Brooklyn wore oversized sunglasses, covering most of her face.
"For this piece of jewelry, I can only offer you $100 thousand at most."
"How can that be? This piece is a limited edition, worth millions. How…"
"Madam, that's the pawn shop's rule. It's up to you if you want to proceed."
Her father's gift for her eighteenth birthday, which had already been valued at $400 thousand years ago, was even more valuable now. Yet, the offer was a mere $100 thousand!
After the assessment, what could have fetched nearly $20 million in value was now only worth around $600 thousand at most.
Brooklyn looked at the most meaningful treasures of her life, biting her lip.
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