Chapter 241 Personal Assets
She thought, 'Six hundred thousand dollars? Sell my parents' precious memories? No way, I can't do it.'
Brooklyn walked out of the pawnshop, feeling the world was huge and she was left behind.
Her phone rang. It was Quinn.
"Brooklyn, I heard about the Mitchell Group. How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine," she said, though her voice showed her stress.
Quinn scratched his head. "You need a lot of money for this crisis, but Sebastian's not around. I have ten million dollars in private funds. I'll give it to you. I usually spend a lot, so I don't have much saved."
"No, keep it. Ten million won't make a dent for the Mitchell Group. No point wasting it."
Although Quinn was also a Kingsley family member, his position was unusual. To this day, he had no equity and, with his lavish lifestyle, didn't have much in savings.
Brooklyn didn't want him to feel guilty, so she said, "I'll figure out the money situation. You're a student; just focus on your studies."
"Brooklyn, I'm sorry. I don't have the means right now, but I promise I'll work hard!"
Quinn's determination and resilience took Brooklyn by surprise. "Just keep working hard."
"I have to give you this money. Consider it a loan; you can pay me back later. Send me your bank details, and hurry."
Brooklyn's emotions were a tangled mess—complicated and strange.
But it seemed her aversion to Quinn had eased a bit.
Of course, she wouldn't give him her card details. She didn't want to owe anything to the Kingsley family.
If she wanted to use the Kingsley family's resources, she could easily spend $300 million on the card Sebastian gave her.
Back in her car, Brooklyn leaned against the steering wheel. Aside from her jewelry, her last remaining asset was the house her parents had left in her name.
The villa where Seraphina and Susie were living had been transferred to her name years ago. Brooklyn could now sell the villa.
She thought, 'Yes, sell the villa! At this point, we no longer need to live in that grand estate.'
As she sped away, the radio abruptly blasted more scandalous news about Susie, and Brooklyn was dragged into the mess too.
"Sources reveal that the two sisters of Mitchell Group have always had a rocky relationship. With Susie's recent troubles, Brooklyn, as the matriarch of the Kingsley family, has yet to make an appearance, indicating a possible power struggle between them.
"Brooklyn has ignored Susie and is reveling in her role as the Kingsley family's matriarch. Is she seizing the chance to take over Mitchell Group, or has she been plotting to get rid of Susie all along?"
Brooklyn thought, 'Damn those unscrupulous journalists!'
"With both the Kingsley family and Mitchell Group facing crises, Brooklyn seems to be cursed. Everyone should steer clear of her. With Sebastian heading to Averlake, how will Brooklyn handle the situation?"
The news on Brooklyn was even harsher, filled with scathing attacks. Megan's fans were relentless, tearing into Brooklyn with viciousness.
Some went so far as to suggest: [Since she managed to climb into Sebastian's bed before, now that he's away, she might as well find someone else to sleep with for a night to save Mitchell Group!]
Brooklyn threw her phone down in frustration and looked up at the villa.
Her eyes widened in shock.
The villa was swarmed by reporters—layers of them, like sharks sensing blood in the water, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and tear her apart.
Both the front and side entrances were blocked. Approaching would mean getting trapped between the reporters on all sides. She was outnumbered and alone.
At that moment, Susie lay half-reclined on the bed, clutching her pillow in fear. "Seraphina, what are we going to do?"
Seraphina, her anger boiling over, snatched the pillow from Susie's hands and threw it onto the floor. Her perfectly styled hair fell out of place as she stomped her feet in frustration. "What are we going to do? Just look at the mess you've made! How could you be so careless?"
Tears streamed down Susie's face as she sobbed, "Seraphina, I've been framed. That night, I just got drunk, but I had no idea what happened afterward. I swear, I'm not the person the media is making me out to be. You're my only family—please, you have to help me."
Susie's voice softened, and Seraphina's heart ached. "Alright, stop crying. You've just had surgery; it's not good for you to be so upset. I'll find a way."
Wiping away her tears, Susie said, "Seraphina, Brooklyn must have money. We've asked her for money before, and she always gave it. She values Mitchell Group more than her own life; if you ask her for money, she'll give it."
"Will she really?" Seraphina's voice dripped with skepticism.
A mocking voice suddenly cut in from the doorway, where Brooklyn, exhausted but razor-sharp, stood glaring at them. Her fists were clenched, her eyes blazing with fury. "Ask me for money? Sorry, but there won't be a next time."
Seraphina sneered, "So you're just going to watch Mitchell Group crumble? I don't believe you'd let that happen!"
Brooklyn's gaze cut through Susie with a look of disdain so sharp it felt like a knife to the face. "Of course I don't want to see it fall apart. That's why I'm going to sell off my personal assets to ensure Mitchell Group's survival."
"Personal assets?" Seraphina's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
Brooklyn surveyed the opulent bedroom, once hers—the grandest room in the villa. Since Susie's arrival, Susie had done everything possible to claim it as her own, and it was now barely recognizable.
"Clearly, this villa is my personal asset. I'll be selling it in the next few days. As for you two, pack your bags and get out of the villa."
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