Chapter 445 I Got Lucky This Time, Mrs. Kingsley
In Sebastian's private villa, he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, folding them at the crook of his arm, revealing his lean and well-proportioned forearms. He took two bright red tomatoes from the fridge, preparing to make Tomato Beef Stew for his beloved wife.
Just as he finished cutting one tomato, Sebastian's phone rang.
Seeing the number on the screen, Sebastian swiped to answer, wedging the phone between his ear and shoulder, tilting his head as he continued to chop vegetables. "What's up?"
Brandon was driving towards the harbor, feeling a bit resentful about taking on a big task while Sebastian comfortably stayed home with his wife.
"Mr. Kingsley, I'm on my way to the harbor. Don't you have anything to say to me? I'm risking my neck purely for you. Shouldn't you show some appreciation?"
Sebastian chopped the vegetables evenly, frowning nonchalantly. "Appreciation? I appreciate you very much."
Brandon shouted, "Damn it! Can't you say something nice? I'm about to face off with that bastard Marc, and it's stressing me out."
"I don't have anything nice to say. After it's done, you can take whatever cut you want." Sebastian didn't like empty words; he preferred to speak with actions. He was never stingy with money.
Brandon listened to the sounds coming through the phone, trying to discern them. Forgive his ignorance, but why did the sounds seem so familiar?
"Wait a minute, Mr. Kingsley, what are you doing?" he was unbelievable.
Sebastian seemed to be chopping vegetables?
Could Sebastian be in the kitchen? Was he cooking for Brooklyn?
No way, right? Brandon knew Sebastian too well. Not only would he not cook, but his obsessive cleanliness would make him nauseous at the smell of cooking oil.
Sebastian placed the chopped tomatoes into a glass container. "i am practicing my knife skills."
"Knife skills? What knife? You're not using guns anymore, now it's knives? That's quite a taste." Brandon absolutely didn't believe Sebastian was cooking at home. He'd rather believe Sebastian had switched to using a big knife as a weapon!
"Why not? Knives are quite handy." Sebastian sneered.
Otherwise, how could he chop the vegetables so evenly?
Brandon nodded. "You're amazing! I've realized that no matter what weapon you play with or what skill you practice, you're a master. You're a freak!"
Sebastian was freakishly strong.
He was ready to cook. "Anything else? If not, focus on your driving."
Brandon had a long way to go and was bored on the road. He finally found Sebastian to chat with and didn't want to hang up. "No, keep me company for a few more minutes. I'm getting sleepy driving."
"I have things to do." Sebastian said impatiently.
"What could be more important than me? Do it later."
"It's important, I can't wait." With that, Sebastian hung up the phone.
Brooklyn would be home soon, and he wanted her to see the steaming hot food on the table as soon as she walked in. He couldn't waste time chatting with Brandon.
When she pushed open the door and entered the hallway, She smelled the aroma of food from afar. She was delighted, kicked off her high heels, changed into slippers, and ran towards the kitchen. "Sebastian, are you cooking?"
Sebastian had just finished plating the Tomato Beef Stew. He was getting better at it. "Perfect timing, your favorite dish is ready."
Brooklyn looked at the dish. The beef chunks and tomatoes were clearly visible. The beef looked tender and juicy, the tomatoes had a slightly thick texture, and the color was a rich orange-red. The aroma was mouth-watering, and she couldn't help but give it the highest praise before even tasting it.
"Amazing! It looks, smells, and tastes great! Sebastian, I really want to give you a five-star medal." Brooklyn exclaimed.
Sebastian held the commemorative Givenchy plate with one hand, his deep eyes looking down at Brooklyn, his sexy thin lips curling slightly. "Forget the medal, I want a more practical reward."
Brooklyn tilted her head in confusion. "What do you want?"
Sebastian leaned towards her, and his thin lips kissed her soft pink lips. With the aroma of the food, her warm lips felt even sweeter.
Brooklyn smiled, and the kiss had to pause because of her smile.
Sebastian squinted his eyes, pretending to be angry. "What's wrong? You don't want to give me this reward?"
Brooklyn couldn't help but laugh. "No, Mr. Kingsley, when did you become so impatient? I remember the rumors saying that the president of MBK Group, Mr. Kingsley, has been abstinent lately."
Sebastian wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing his chest against her. "Really? Then the rumors must not know that my abstinence is to save all my strength and passion for one person."
For the woman named Brooklyn.
Brooklyn's heart melted at his sweet words, but she pouted and ignored him, taking the steaming dish from his hands. "Then Mr. Kingsley should save that passion for that person. I just want to eat the food!"
Sebastian sighed helplessly. "So, in your heart, I'm not as important as a dish."
Brooklyn's eyes sparkled with warmth. "That's not true. To be precise, you're much more important than it. Without you, who would make such delicious food for me?"
"You bad girl." Sebastian, feeling teased by Brooklyn, unwillingly wrapped his arms around her, holding her waist. Brooklyn had no choice but to stay obediently in his embrace.
With his chin resting on her head, Sebastian whispered, "How about now?"
Brooklyn turned her head to look at him, stood on tiptoe, and used her lips to reach his chin. Due to the height difference, she could only kiss his chin, pecking it lightly. "Now, do you understand?"
He tapped her nose with his finger. "Mrs. Kingsley, the first dish is ready. The rest is up to you."
"What? I have to cook too?" Brooklyn was speechless.
"You are indeed smart, Mrs. Kingsley. Please go ahead."
Brooklyn pouted. "I thought you had finished everything!"
"How could I deprive my wife of the chance to showcase her culinary skills?"
Alright! The cunning Sebastian, never expect him to turn good.
After dinner, Sebastian and Brooklyn took a leisurely walk in the courtyard.
Brooklyn spoke, "I asked Susie today, and it turns out the largest shareholder of The Mitchell Group is Marc. Back when The Mitchell Group was on the brink of bankruptcy, it was Marc who secretly bought up a large amount of The Mitchell Group's stock. Not only that, he also purchased The Mitchell Villa. I never expected he had been targeting the Mitchell family all along."
Thinking about it made she indignant. That bastard Marc had planned everything so thoroughly!
To her surprise, Sebastian nodded calmly. "I know."
Brooklyn looked up at his unperturbed eyes. "You know? How do you know?"
Sebastian held her hand, walking on the cobblestone path through a large flowerbed, occasionally brushing against flower branches that brought a faint fragrance. "I investigated Marc, and of course, I also looked into The Mitchell Group."
"When did you investigate?" Brooklyn asked.
"After The Mitchell Group changed shareholders, I looked into it. At the time, I didn't pay much attention to Marc's involvement with The Mitchell Group. His business spans the globe, and expanding his commercial empire by acquiring companies is common. But recently, when I investigated Marc, I found out that his relationship with The Mitchell Group is complecated."
A gleam of light flashed in Brooklyn's eyes. She stopped and asked, "So, you know what kind of business Marc is using The Mitchell Group for now?"
Sebastian nodded. "Marc has some shady business dealings. He needs a shell company to launder money. The reason The Mitchell Group has been running smoothly since he took over is not because of its internal operations, but because it has long been a shell company."
Brooklyn suddenly understood. "I knew it!"
Marc was using The Mitchell Group to launder illegal money! Bastard!
After coming to this conclusion, Brooklyn scrutinized Sebastian. "Sebastian, since you already knew, why didn't you tell me? I even went to ask Susie."
Sebastian, feeling justified, continued walking with his arm around her waist. "I remember someone saying that everything about The Mitchell Group was her responsibility. Since someone made that promise, how could I interfere?"
"Mr. Kingsley, you are indeed smart!"
"Thank you, I got lucky this time, Mrs. Kingsley."
Just then, Sebastian's phone rang again. It was Brandon.
"Go ahead," Sebastian answered casually, not taking it seriously.
"There's indeed a ship docked at the port. Damn, there's a lot more stuff inside than I predicted. Their people will come over at eleven. If all goes well, I can have the goods at your dock by around midnight." Brandon reported.
Sebastian responded with a simple "Do as you see fit."
What?
Brandon couldn't believe what he was hearing. Such a big deal, and Sebastian just casually said, "Do as you see fit"?
Was this a joke?
"Mr. Kingsley, these are military weapons, not onions, cabbages, or red peppers." Brandon seriously doubted his own ears.
Sebastian, holding Brooklyn's hand, continued walking under the moonlight. "I know, so do as you see fit. And don't call me after it's done."
"What?" Brandon was more confused.
"By that time, I'll be asleep."
"What?"
"What's the matter? Don't understand?"
Brandon licked his lips. "What are you doing? Can you be more serious?"
Sebastian smirked, "I'm handling important business. It's very important. Take care of things over there, and don't call me unless there's a fatality."
"Hello? Hello?"
No way! Did he just hang up?
Brooklyn pretended not to hear. "Who was that? So late, and they have something urgent?"
Sebastian put his phone on airplane mode. "Brandon called. Just a small matter."
Good thing Brandon wasn't there. If he heard Sebastian call smuggling military weapons worth billions of dollars a small matter, he would probably die of frustration.
"Oh? A small matter." Brooklyn pondered for a moment. Her husband was indeed busy. She had heard everything, yet he was still lying with a straight face.
"Yes. So Brandon can handle it himself." Meaning, small matters weren't worth Sebastian's attention.
"Mr. Hernandez is quite capable." Brooklyn was helpless.
Hearing her praise Brandon, Sebastian felt a bit displeased. "Shall we go back? Do you want to sleep?"
"Sure, I'm actually feeling sleepy."
Brooklyn mentally weighed the situation. According to what Brandon just said, Sebastian had his own dock and was involved in arms smuggling. Whether it was his own business or someone else's, it could be concluded that he had ties to the underworld.
So, Sebastian also had influence in the underworld.
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