Chapter 444 Recovering the Lost Money
Sebastian sat in the chair, fiddling with the wedding ring on his finger. "Find out if someone is manipulating the stock fluctuations of MBK Group this time."
"Yes, Mr. Kingsley." Dario carefully observed Sebastian's expression and asked, "Mr. Kingsley, should we also put pressure on the board? This isn't the first time something like this has happened. These board members are getting too bold."
They actually dared to challenge Sebastian. These board members must have a death wish.
Sebastian didn't respond. Ignoring these members' tricks was the best way to handle them. Let them do whatever they want; who cared.
However, Sebastian thought of something and waved Dario off to investigate. He then picked up the internal phone of the group and used the speed dial to call Quinn's office.
The phone rang for a while, but no one answered.
Quinn was skipping work.
He was driving down the road, enjoying himself, when the phone's ringtone interrupted his humming. He put on his Bluetooth headset and bobbed his head. "Hey!"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Quinn, when did your office move? To your car?"
Quinn shivered and almost drove into a tree. He quickly slowed down the car and took a deep breath. "No way, but Sebastian, haven't I been attending the marketing department for research these past two days? I'm doing research, well, I'm still on the road."
Sebastian rested his elbow on the sofa armrest, holding the phone in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. His fingers touched the cup's outer wall and found the coffee had gone cold. He got up and walked to the break area. "Quinn, you'd better tell the truth in front of me. Don't make me expose your tricks."
"Sebastian, I'm telling the truth. I'm really doing research. Didn't you personally instruct me to do this?" Quinn checked his watch, and the car suddenly turned at the next intersection, speeding towards the group's direction.
Sebastian poured out the coffee and stood tall. "The marketing department's research ended yesterday."
What? It ended?
Quinn felt awkward and laughed to cover up his exposed lie. "Well, okay, I was feeling cooped up in the office and went out for a drive. I'll be back soon! No more than half an hour!"
"Why didn't you attend today's board meeting?"
Actually, Sebastian's real purpose was to ask this.
"Board meeting? I didn't know there was a board meeting. No one informed me. Besides, Sebastian, you know I hate meetings. Board meetings are the most boring, not as interesting as our department meetings. What's so fun about today's board meeting?"
Oh? Quinn didn't receive the notice? It seemed the board currently had no direct dealings with Quinn. But Brian didn't inform Quinn either?
Sebastian sneered. Brian was probably worried that Quinn would help him at the board meeting, right?
"Nothing, as boring as always." Hanging up the phone, Sebastian was about to ask the secretary for coffee when he noticed a figure outside the door.
Brandon was leaning on the secretary's desk, joking and flirting with Whitney and Linda. Playboy Brandon never missed a chance to mess around with women, and now he was hitting on Sebastian's assistants!
"Mr. Hernandez, got some free time?" Sebastian stood at the door, holding a coffee cup in one hand and the other in his pocket, his tall figure watching Brandon with a leisurely gaze.
Brandon withdrew his hand from touching Linda's cheek and whistled. "Mr. Kingsley personally came out to greet me. You're so enthusiastic, even bringing me coffee. How can I refuse?"
He reached for the cup, only to find it empty. "Damn it!"
Sebastian's eyelid twitched. "Since Mr. Hernandez wants coffee, turn left when you go out, make some, and bring it in. Thanks."
Sebastian patted Brandon's shoulder and gracefully returned to his office.
Brandon looked at the cup in frustration, then glanced at the giggling Whitney and Linda. A roguish smile spread across his face. "Whitney, Linda, see you later."
Bringing in two cups of coffee, Brandon pouted. "You're scheming, tricking me like that."
Sebastian took a sip of coffee and frowned. "Just so-so. You need more practice."
"Fine! If you don't like it, don't drink it. But your female assistants are all so pretty. Can I have one?" Brandon winked.
Sebastian gave him a sidelong glance. "Are you leaving on your own, or do I have to kick you out?"
"Come on! Alright, alright, I have serious business," Brandon took a sip of coffee himself and smacked his lips. "Not bad!"
"Get to the point."
"OK! I found something interesting. Marc has been doing business with Sakura Republic recently. I won't go into details about the business. Marc has a shipment passing through Wavecrest Harbor tonight, heading to Sakura Republic. I investigated, and it's a 500,000-ton passenger ship filled with goods, leaving under the guise of transporting tourists. You can estimate that this shipment is worth at least..."
Brandon bent his index finger, indicating the number 9.
It was not a small amount.
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, a faint smile on his lips. "So? What's it got to do with me?"
"Damn it! Stop pretending to be a saint. Can you drop the act in front of me? Acting like you've never made the illegal money." Brandon slouched on the sofa opposite him, grinning.
Sebastian's lips curled. "Looks like you have an idea."
"Of course! Marc supplies goods to over a dozen countries every year, making a fortune. But at auctions, Marc wasn't generous at all! But Mr. Kingsley was so generous, giving up about One hundred million dollars without a second thought. Doesn't it hurt?"
Sebastian fiddled with the ring and hummed lightly, "Looks like it's necessary to recoup that lost money."
Brandon snapped his fingers. "You are smart!"
Sebastian nodded. "Hijack Marc's shipment. There are a few reckless guys domestically who want it. We'll flip it to them."
"Alright! That's exactly what I was thinking! See you at the dock at eleven tonight. It's been a while since we worked together; I'm looking forward to it."
Sebastian frowned. "Eleven? I can't make it. You handle it. I'll arrange the necessary manpower for you."
Brandon was helpless, "Damn it! You're not coming? What's up?"
Sebastian touched his ring. "I just got married. You want me to leave my wife at night to go hang out at the harbor?"
Brandon threw his head back and howled in despair. "Damn it!"
Before the end of the workday, Brooklyn picked up her car keys. "Call me if you need anything. I have to leave a bit early."
Lisa looked at Brooklyn curiously. "You just got proposed to yesterday, and today you're skipping work for a date?"
Brooklyn tapped Lisa's perky nose. "Not a date, but it's worth skipping work for."
A white Maybach luxury car drove out of the parking lot, heading in a specific place.
Soon, the car stopped outside a five-star hotel in Aucester.
Scarlett took out the diamond membership card she had taken from Sebastian's drawer that morning. The attendant immediately and respectfully led her to the VIP lounge on the first floor. "Miss, how can I assist you?"
Brooklyn smiled slightly. "Please call Ms. Mitchell here for me, thank you."
"Ms. Mitchell from the presidential suite?" The attendant asked.
Susie was living quite well.
Brooklyn smiled. "Yes."
"Alright, please wait a moment."
Brooklyn nodded, playing with the membership card. With Sebastian's status, things were indeed easier. She even wondered if she could go anywhere in the country with Sebastian's driver's license.
She might try it someday.
Susie was surprised to receive a call from the front desk. Who in Aucester would come looking for her?
With curiosity, Susie walked down the elevator. Before she even stepped into the VIP area, she saw Brooklyn sitting calmly on the sofa, sipping tea.
Susie's eyes narrowed tightly, and she sneered. "Brooklyn, it's you!"
Brooklyn looked up at Susie in her sexy tight dress and smirked contemptuously. "Surprised, Mrs. Jordan?"
"Indeed, I am surprised, Mrs. Kingsley!" Susie spat out each word with gritted teeth.
Brooklyn gestured for her to sit. Their eyes met, and the tension was palpable.
"Why are you here? I don't think we have anything to talk about," Susie said, crossing one leg and sneering at her.
Brooklyn shrugged. "We indeed have nothing to talk about, but there's one thing I need you to explain."
Susie snorted. "Explain to you? Brooklyn, who do you think you are?"
Brooklyn wasn't in a hurry or angry. She held the teacup with her left hand, revealing the ring. "I am Mrs. Kingsley, didn't you see last night, Mrs. Jordan?"
"Shameless! Just riding on Sebastian's coattails!"
"Mrs. Jordan is right. I am riding on my husband's coattails." Brooklyn did so with a clear conscience and a happy heart.
Her tone shifted, and Brooklyn chuckled. "Susie, let me ask you, who did you give The Mitchell Group's shares to?"
Susie laughed. "I wondered why you came to see me. Turns out it's about The Mitchell Group! Sorry, Brooklyn, after you 'died,' my mom and I sold The Mitchell Group. As for who owns it now, I don't know!"
Brooklyn snorted, put down the cup, and intertwined her fingers. "Susie, you'd better be honest. Otherwise, I don't mind spending some effort to let your good husband know what kind of woman you are. Oh, I remember you even had an abortion. If he knew about that, what do you think he would..."
"Brooklyn! You bitch! Don't push me!" Susie suddenly stood up, pointing at Brooklyn and cursing.
Brooklyn smirked. "Why so anxious? I haven't finished. If you don't want to listen, then just be honest. Who is the major shareholder of The Mitchell Group now? What business is The Mitchell Group involved in?"
Susie clenched her fists but dared not explode. She gritted her teeth and sneered. "The Mitchell Group is now my husband's! Even before you left, it was his. Not only that, but The Mitchell Villa is also in his now. How's that? Surprised?"
Oh? So the anonymous buyer of The Mitchell Group's shares and The Mitchell Villa was Marc.
But was this really a coincidence?
Brooklyn said in calm tone, "Not surprised, just disgusted. So, what business is your husband using The Mitchell Group for now?"
As far as she knew, The Mitchell Group operated on a modest scale, focusing on traditional import and export. Surprisingly, despite the highly volatile economic climate, they had managed to maintain stable development in Aucester solely through their import and export business.
Susie laughed innocently. "I'm just a woman. I don't meddle in my husband's business. If you want to know so badly, ask him yourself. Try threatening him; I guarantee you won't even know how you died!"
Brooklyn looked at Susie with a smile. "I will find out. But let me remind you, be careful. Don't end up abandoned and not even know where you died."
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