Chapter 243 Who Is Secretly Helping
Brooklyn jumped up from the sofa, her heart racing!
She thought, 'How can this be happening? The Mitchell Group is going bankrupt? How does it happen so fast?'
Most shareholders had collectively sold off their stocks, draining the company's liquidity and reserves. The Mitchell Group was facing a massive debt crisis, and if the gaps weren't filled, bankruptcy would be the only option to secure loans from the bank.
What shocked Brooklyn even more was that the real estate company had contacted her that morning to let her know that someone had already bought the house. At her ideal price, no less.
It was all happening too quickly, too suddenly—she couldn't even process it.
But what chilled her to the bone was that the moment she opened the front door, she was met with a throng of angry investors outside.
"Give us back our hard-earned money!"
"The Mitchell family are all crooks! Time to pay up!"
"Blood for blood!"
Massive white banners crisscrossed the yard, and dozens of investors yelled and waved their fists in rage.
Suddenly, an egg hit Brooklyn square in the forehead, and she staggered, nearly losing her balance.
"Pay us back! Our hard-earned money!"
"There's not a decent Mitchell among them! When things get tough, they hide away like cowards!"
The insults were brutal, each one more cutting than the last.
Brooklyn stood alone against a crowd of burly men, alongside middle-aged women armed with bags filled with eggs and vegetables, ready to launch another barrage.
The sight of the villa yard felt like peering into an abyss; one more step forward and she might fall in.
Steeling herself against the onslaught of insults and flying objects, Brooklyn stood her ground.
"Everyone, please listen. I will take full responsibility for your losses. I sold this house, and as soon as the money comes through, I promise to compensate you all. I'm truly sorry for the trouble this has caused."
Behind the crowd of investors, a few journalists raised their cameras, capturing Brooklyn's frazzled yet composed demeanor.
She leaned slightly, offering an earnest apology, then stood tall again. "I will do everything possible to keep the Mitchell Group running. I hope you'll continue to trust and support us."
Security soon arrived, pushing back the hostile crowd and the reporters. In what felt like just half an hour, Brooklyn felt as if she had been standing in quicksand for days.
Exhausted and sleep-deprived, she felt her stomach ache with tension. She didn't even know what was keeping her upright.
As Brooklyn wiped off the remnants of the protest from her clothes, her real estate agent arrived with a contract in hand.
"Here's the seller's agreement," he said, pushing a two-part contract toward her. "Just sign here. The buyer wants to remain anonymous, but don't worry—the funds have already been transferred to your private account."
Brooklyn gripped the pen, her fingers heavy as lead. Signing meant this place would no longer belong to her.
She cast one last glance at the front door of the mansion, where so many memories were now lost to the wind. She was truly about to let it all go.
Holding back tears, she scrawled her signature.
She thought, 'Goodbye. For good this time.'
As she returned to her car, completely drained, she ordered her finance team to distribute the money to the investors. At least for now, the online outrage would subside.
But the most critical question was how to fill the massive financial gap of the Mitchell Group. Even selling off a mansion, let alone the entire Mitchell Group, would hardly suffice.
Brushing aside the pungent stench on her clothes, Brooklyn settled into her car. She had to go to the bank again.
Just then, her phone rang again.
It was Seraphina. The nerve of that woman to call her!
Gritting her teeth, Brooklyn answered, but before she could speak, Seraphina's roar filled the line, "Brooklyn! Happy now, are you? The shareholders of the Mitchell Group have changed. You're happy now, aren't you! The biggest shareholder of the Mitchell Group has changed! You're satisfied, aren't you!"
"What are you screaming about!" Fury and frustration bubbled within Brooklyn as she had no patience for Seraphina's ranting at the moment.
Several loud crashes echoed down the line, followed by shattering glass drowning out the roaring. Seraphina screeched, "Don't play dumb! You're behind this, aren't you? Profiting from our misery!"
"What are you even saying! Speak clearly!"
Seraphina said, "What I'm saying is, did you have someone buy a significant number of stocks in the Mitchell Group, and now the biggest shareholder is someone else? Do you understand?! From now on, the chairman of the Mitchell Group won't be me, or anyone from the Mitchell family! You getting it?!"Brooklyn was left utterly speechless, her surprise overwhelming her to the point where she could barely even gasp.
She thought, 'How can the Mitchell Group change hands? It's impossible!'
But yes, there were too many opportunistic vultures at the moment. The Mitchell Group was at its most vulnerable.
Collecting herself, Brooklyn calmly inquired, "Who? What's the name of the investor? I'm not aware of any of this, so you better not jump to conclusions. Tell me who bought the Mitchell Group stocks."
Seraphina, furious and defeated, slumped into the chair of the Mitchell Group's chairman's office, "The investor's name is Peter. I don't know who this person is, and no further information was offered. You're the only one with motive. You wanted to take the Mitchell Group away from me! You wanted to take it!"
Brooklyn thought Seraphina had to be losing her mind.
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