Chapter 446 Marc Signs the Contract
"Mr. Jordan, our goods have been hijacked."
Marc, who was in the middle of having sex, suddenly received a call from the dock.
His erection immediately went weak. His supporting arm buckled, and his upper body fell heavily onto Susie. "What did you say?!"
Susie let out a muffled groan from the impact, wincing in pain, and could only clench her fists.
"When our men arrived, the dock was already empty. The cargo ship was nowhere to be found, and the brothers who were supposed to guard it were all knocked out." Marc's man continued.
"Damn it! Who did this?!" Marc roared in anger, pressing his body down on Susie even harder, his rough force almost tearing her apart.
"Apparently, it was a man in his twenties, but no one got a clear look at his face."
"Useless! A bunch of useless idiots! So many of you couldn't guard one ship! What do I even keep you around for? Get back here!"
"Yes, Mr. Jordan."
Marc threw the phone aside and got off Susie, his sinister eyes glaring at her. "Get up!"
Susie, exhausted and sore from his rough treatment, wondered why she couldn't just sleep at night.
"Honey, what happened?" she asked softly.
Marc grunted heavily. "Someone's messing with me! Get up and get my clothes."
Susie rubbed her aching waist and back. "Okay."
After helping Marc change his clothes, it was already midnight. Marc called his driver, saying he needed to go out.
"It's so late. Where are you going? Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Susie was worried.
Marc shot a cold glance at Susie. "Tomorrow? If it could wait until tomorrow, would I be going out now? Idiot!"
Susie felt deeply wronged by his sudden outburst but could only endure it, forcing a slight smile. "Just be safe. I'll wait for you to come back."
Marc grunted and walked into the elevator with his cane.
Susie bit her lip and sat on the sofa, her silk robe hanging loosely and revealing much of her skin. She stared angrily in one direction.
Marc had just arrived in Aucester and something had already gone wrong. This was definitely not a coincidence.
The next morning, Sebastian checked his phone and saw Brandon's messages.
How excited was Brandon last night? He had sent over a dozen messages.
[Mission accomplished. Marc won't be getting any sleep tonight!]
[I've been working hard all night, and you're just sleeping in bed. Is that fair?]
[Are you really asleep? Not answering calls or texts? Are you playing dead or actually missing?]
[Alright, I'm going to bed.]
Reading Brandon's messages, a faint smile appeared on Sebastian's lips. It seemed that dealing with Marc had gone smoothly. Very good.
Sebastian put his phone on the table and turned to see Brooklyn already up.
"Why not sleep a bit more?" he asked.
Brooklyn stretched and took out a set of workout clothes from the closet. "I need to get back into good habits. I'm going for a morning run!"
Sebastian, with his hands in his casual pants pockets, smiled. "Still have the energy to run?"
"Of course, I'm in great shape," she said, implying that her physical condition was excellent.
But Sebastian's smile grew darker. "Oh? Looks like I can try a bit harder tonight."
Brooklyn suddenly realized what he meant. "You pervert! I'm working the night shift tonight and won't be coming back."
Sebastian leaned against the sofa, crossing his legs. "Who are you going to ask? I'll fire them before you even submit your request."
"You!" she was speechless.
"What?"
"You win!"
"Well, you're not bad yourself."
After finishing changing, Brooklyn asked. "Do you want to join me?"
Sebastian checked the time. "Not today. I have somewhere to be."
Brooklyn nodded knowingly. Brandon had mentioned something on the phone last night, which was probably taken care of.
Sebastian left home early and headed to his private dock.
When he arrived, Dario was already waiting. "Mr. Kingsley, the goods have been counted, and the receiver is in place. We can set off anytime. But should we unload the goods and switch them to our ship?"
After all, this ship belonged to Marc. Sailing out with it might not be a good idea if Marc saw it.
Sebastian stood on the dock, the sea breeze tousling his hair. Despite the wind, his expression remained unchanged—calm, steady, indifferent, confident, just like always.
"No need. Inform the buyer to come pick up the goods themselves. Consider this ship a gift."
Dario's eyes widened, shocked by Sebastian's decision. "Mr. Kingsley, this ship is worth a lot. You're just giving it away?"
Sebastian nodded. "If we don't give it away, what use is it? Do you want to keep Marc's stuff? If you like it, you can have it."
Dario swallowed hard and shook his head repeatedly. "No, thanks. Let's give it to the buyer."
Having been with Sebastian for a long time, Dario had also adopted his high standards. There were some things and people he wouldn't touch, even if they were free.
Sebastian gazed out at the harbor, his eyes fixed on the vast expanse of the sea. His deep eyes looked at the blue sea and sky, and his lips curved slightly. "How's Marc doing?"
Dario replied. "His men were all taken down last night. Apparently, Marc was furious in the middle of the night and almost killed the person in charge. I don't think he'll be quiet for the next few days. He'll definitely investigate this batch of goods thoroughly. Mr. Kingsley, should we do something?"
Sebastian took a step forward, the sea breeze making his black suit flap loudly. The wind lifted the hem of his suit, making his tall and imposing figure stand out even more against the endless coastline.
"Of course, since Marc has lost such a large sum of money, I will naturally give him some comfort. After the cargo ship is moved, contact Marc and tell him to meet me at MBK Group."
"Yes, sir!"
After giving his instructions, Sebastian turned and left the dock, getting into his Rolls-Royce. He dialed a number.
Quinn saw that it was a call from Sebastian and instinctively sat up straight. "Sebastian, I'm in the office. What's up? I'm ready to report."
Sebastian glanced at his watch. "Good. In about an hour, someone will come to my office to see me. I can't make it back. Can you entertain him for me? His name is Marc Jordan."
Quinn thought for a moment and then realized, "Sebastian, you mean Marc from Aqua Vista City? Susie's husband? Brooklyn's brother-in-law?"
"Yes."
Quinn exclaimed, "Wow! This is going to be interesting! Don't worry, I'll make sure to entertain him well!"
"Also, give him that market research project you've been working on." Sebastian added.
"Why?"
Sebastian smiled slyly. "Because no one else would take on a losing deal except him."
Quinn pondered Sebastian's words and understood.
"Mr. Jordan! Please, have a seat!" Quinn politely invited Marc to sit and personally poured him some tea.
Marc snorted coldly. "Where's Sebastian? Tell him to come see me."
Quinn sat across from him and chuckled. "Mr. Jordan, you should be more polite."
"Quinn, I advise you not to anger me." Marc's cane hit the ground with a dull thud.
"Why is Mr. Jordan so angry? But it doesn't matter if you're impolite. Sebastian isn't here anyway. However, Sebastian said that since you're his brother-in-law, you're family." Quinn smiled.
Marc snorted again in anger. "Quinn, you'd better watch your tone! If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving. When Sebastian gets back, tell him to come find me himself! Who do you think you are?"
However, Quinn crossed one leg and took a sip of tea. "Mr. Jordan, whether it's Sebastian or me, in the business world, the one who can make money is the powerful one. The one who can bring you profitable projects is a friend. I assume Mr. Jordan has no objections to making money?"
Marc's snake-like, sinister eyes narrowed, and he sat back down. "Oh? What kind of business?"
Quinn pulled out a project proposal and pushed it towards him. "Here you are. Sebastian originally wanted to collaborate with Infinite International Group. After all, the Kingsley family and the Rivera family have deep ties. But since you're family, Sebastian decided to offer you the deal."
Marc looked at Quinn skeptically and then flipped through the proposal. For Marc, who had just lost a large shipment, a business opportunity was very tempting.
However, after flipping through it, he slammed it on the table. "Bullshit! This is a losing deal! Are you trying to fool me?"
Quinn shook his head, "Mr. Jordan, you're mistaken. This project requires initial investment, but the funds will return later. Look closely, the investment and returns are split equally between MBK Group and your company. If you lose money, we lose money too. Why would we do that?"
Marc frowned. "Is Sebastian an idiot for making such a deal?"
'Damn it! You're the idiot! Your whole family is full of idiots!' Quinn cursed inside.
"Long-term investment for bigger returns! If Mr. Jordan isn't interested, then forget it. Mr. Rivera will be here to sign in half an hour. Mr. Jordan, I won't see you out." Quinn gestured for him to leave
But Marc hesitated...
After a few minutes of hesitation, Marc thought, with someone as shrewd as Sebastian, he wouldn't make a losing deal. And with a 50-50 split, no one would be at a disadvantage.
"Fine." Marc signed his name, and the contract was made in duplicate.
"Great! Mr. Jordan, here's to a successful partnership."
After sending Marc off, Quinn was so happy he rolled on the sofa! Marc was the real idiot!
Didn't Marc see the details in the contract? He must be out of his mind!
Quinn immediately called Sebastian, "Sebastian, Marc has signed!"
"Good."
"Sebastian, how did you know Marc would sign?" he was confused.
"Because Marc is driven by greed—he'll take any risk just to make a buck."
Quinn seemed to understand. "Alright! I've taken care of it. Sebastian, where are you? Can I go back to my office now? It's really stuffy here, and the pressure is too much."
"I'm at the door." Sebastian replied.
Just as Quinn's mouth dropped open, the office door was pushed open from the outside by Sebastian. He put down his phone. "You can go back now."
Quinn was stunned. "When did you get back?"
"Just now, when Marc was leaving."
"You ran into him?"
"Yes."
Quinn's mouth opened and closed. "And? Nothing happened?"
Sebastian sneered. "Yes, he suggested that you don't know how to do business and are losing money for me."
Quinn was angry, "Damn Marc! Let him lose everything! Let him go bankrupt!"
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