Chapter 452 Mr. Kingsley's Strength in Protecting His Wife
As she got into Sebastian's car, Brooklyn glanced at him with a mix of amusement and seriousness. "Mr. Kingsley," she said, "if you're not a wizard, I'd have to suspect you've been keeping tabs on me. How else do you always manage to show up right when I need you most?"
The timing of his appearance was neither too early nor too late, making it hard for her to believe it was just a coincidence.
Sebastian, deeply focused on gripping the steering wheel, actually nodded, "Well, Dr. Mitchell, as a medical professional, do you believe there are real wizards in the world?"
Brooklyn couldn't help but laugh at his somewhat shameless remark, "I really don't believe it, so I think the most likely scenario is that you're secretly monitoring me. Come on, did you put some invisible tracking device on me?"
"Indeed, I installed a tracking device on you. It's irremovable and effective for life. So, Dr. Mitchell, you must be very careful when you're out, especially when interacting with the opposite sex. Once you cross the safety line, the alarm will automatically go off, and I'll rush to your side as quickly as possible."
Brooklyn burst into laughter again, "Alright! I know you're good with words." After the joke, Brooklyn looked at Sebastian with a somewhat serious expression.
"How was the family dinner today?" She asked tactfully, but she understood. Family dinners were never just casual gatherings; they were either about scheming or seeking benefits. That family never prepared a dinner without a reason.
Sebastian nodded, not hiding anything. He was now very willing to share his matters with Brooklyn, any matter.
"It wasn't great. I might have indigestion, met people I didn't want to see, heard things I didn't want to hear, and probably have to do things I don't want to do."
Sebastian's brows furrowed as he thought about the events and people at the family dinner, feeling very displeased.
Brooklyn pondered for a moment, "The person you don't want to see in your family is probably just your dad, right? Or do you not want to see your mother now too? As for the things you don't want to hear, are they related to me? And the things you don't want to do, are they work-related?"
Sebastian turned his head slightly to glance at Brooklyn beside him, then smiled helplessly, "Brooklyn, sometimes I worry that you are so smart that, if you ever sold me out, would I have to help you count the money?"
He freed one hand and pointed a finger at her head, "You basically guessed it. It's not just my dad; Herschel and Donny came back from Coralhaven, trying to get benefits from MBK. But those are trivial matters."
Those were trivial matters, but what really annoyed him was hearing other women gossiping about his wife!
That was truly unforgivable.
Brooklyn snorted, "So it was Herschel, who sold his stocks and cashed out a large sum of money to develop in Coralhaven when MBK was in financial crisis. I heard the company's crisis was severe back then, with core projects encountering accidents, the group nearly going bankrupt, and even being monitored by the quality supervision bureau. Herschel abandoned his brothers in such a situation!"
Sebastian's eyes narrowed again, "How do you know?"
She had done quite a bit of homework, after all, she was his wife.
Brooklyn shrugged, smiling naturally and confidently, "You're my husband. It's necessary for me to know more about your past. Besides, I learned all this from you. Rumor has it that when you investigated me, you almost dug up everything about my family for three generations. Compared to you, I'm nothing."
Sebastian was amused by her little temper and sharp tongue, rubbing her bangs with his free hand, "You've indeed become smarter, Dr. Taylor, the internationally renowned expert."
Brooklyn smoothed her bangs that he had messed up, strand by strand, "So, Mr. Kingsley, do you prefer the internationally renowned doctor Scarlett or your wife Brooklyn?"
Sebastian touched his chin, seriously contemplating for a moment, then scrutinized Brooklyn as if comparing her to someone in his memory, "Now that you mention it, I do wonder if the person I like is Scarlett or Brooklyn. Oh no, maybe the person I fell in love with is just Scarlett, not you."
Brooklyn's slender fingers pinched his ear without any mercy, "So, you've had a change of heart!"
His wife was actually pinching his ear?
Didn't she know how intimate this gesture was?
But then again, whatever she did to him now, he would accept it all willingly.
"It seems so. After all, for a few years, I was known as a heartless and fickle man, changing women like changing clothes. Isn't having a change of heart a common thing?" Sebastian smirked.
"You're really good with words!" She let go of his ear, sighing, "What kind of fate do I have, falling into a love triangle with another version of myself."
Sebastian saw her genuinely distressed, holding her forehead, and couldn't help but laugh again, "Don't worry, this love triangle will end tomorrow. I've thought it over. Your true identity needs to be made public. I don't want you to bear the stigma of marrying me under someone else's identity, nor do I want you to struggle playing two roles. I also don't want the public to have any negative opinions about you. So, I'll hold a press conference tomorrow to explain your identity."
"Tomorrow?" Brooklyn found the timing a bit rushed.
"Yes, tomorrow afternoon. I'll personally attend the press conference."
Brooklyn nodded. It was indeed time to clarify things. Otherwise, the public's speculation about Sebastian wouldn't stop, and she didn't want Sebastian to bear the stigma of abandoning his fiancée for a woman returning from abroad.
"Alright! Then tomorrow it is. I can take the afternoon off to attend." she smiled.
Sebastian shook his head, "No need. I can handle it alone. How can I let you face the media? Don't you know that journalists can sometimes drive people crazy with their questions?"
Brooklyn pouted, "Aren't you afraid?"
"Have you ever seen me afraid of anything? Except you."
"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Kingsley."
The press conference was held in the luxurious conference room on the top floor of the Royal Club.
With Sebastian's influence, his command brought major media outlets from dozens of cities to Aucester within hours.
Over thirty top-tier media outlets had gathered, while reporters from second and third-tier outlets, lacking the necessary credentials, were held back at the entrance. Frustrated, they raised their cameras high above the sea of heads, trying to catch a distant glimpse of Sebastian, who stood on the podium, drawing the attention of every major news outlet.
An hour later, everyone was discussing.
"Internationally renowned heart specialist Scarlett's true identity confirmed by Mr. Kingsley..."
"The cliffside incident that once stunned the nation has resurfaced nearly three years later, reigniting intense public interest and capturing widespread attention once again."
"Brooklyn's grand return, lovers finally reunited..."
"Scarlett is Brooklyn! Sebastian solemnly declares that his wife has always been one and the same!"
"Brooklyn..."
In just one hour, a high-profile marriage involving Brooklyn and Sebastian swept through major domestic media outlets. The press conference to prove Brooklyn's identity dominated all media, surpassing the top three trending topics online within an hour.
Sebastian, who rarely paid attention to gossip and entertainment, was now holding his phone, looking at the top three headlines.
[The tycoon Sebastian's beloved wife returns.]
[Brooklyn's mysterious comeback.]
[Desperate explanation, actually covering up abandonment.]
Seeing the last one, Sebastian frowned and clicked on the content. It suggested that Sebastian, to rid himself of the stigma of abandoning Megan for another woman, forcibly elevated an unrelated woman.
"Damn it!"
Daring to put such a headline on Sebastian, the topic initiator was in for it.
Sebastian's face was cold, "Dario, find the ID of the person behind the third topic and shut down their account. Within ten minutes, I want to see similar messages disappear from the internet!"
"Yes!" Dario nodded in agreement, handing over the document he originally intended to give to Sebastian, "Mr. Kingsley, the investigation into the MBK stock drop incident is complete. Someone indeed manipulated things behind the scenes. Here are all the data I found. The person behind it is Kevin."
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, not opening the folder, as if he had already anticipated this, "As expected, Kevin's methods are quite outdated."
"What does Mr. Kingsley plan to do? Should we retaliate in the same way?" Knowing Sebastian well, Dario expected a counterattack.
"Kevin has been meddling too much. I must help him manage his affairs properly. He is currently in Libertya. Find out which companies he's negotiating with, and I want to ensure he fails in every project." A hint of sinister cruelty flashed across Sebastian's eyes
His fingers circled the wedding ring on his ring finger, his lips slightly curved.
"Yes! I'll handle it right away!"
Sebastian waved his hand, "Also, issue a statement regarding the impact of the press conference. No media or individual is allowed to interfere with Brooklyn's life for any reason. If I find out, they will know the consequences."
"Rest assured, Mr. Kingsley! I will protect Mrs. Kingsley to the fullest extent." Dario nodded.
"Go ahead."
Checking the time, Sebastian thought, someone seemed about to call him.
People at Aucester Hospital were already shocked by the sudden news.
"My God! No way! Scarlett... Scarlett is actually... Sebastian's wife Brooklyn? I can't believe it!"
"Dr. Mitchell, the internal medicine expert at Aucester Hospital, turned out to be a big shot in surgery! Can someone tell me what happened?"
Such discussions flooded every ward, duty room, operating table, payment counter, and service desk.
Scarlett, Brooklyn, Sebastian—these names dominated every corner of the hospital.
Brooklyn's identity revelation triggered a series of chain reactions like a quantum explosion, unstoppable.
She had anticipated the aftermath, but the impact seemed far beyond her imagination. Anyone associated with Sebastian was always favored by the media.
Moreover, she was the wife of the legendary Sebastian.
Closing her office door and pulling down the blinds, Brooklyn dialed Sebastian's number, "Am I going to be famous again?"
Sebastian shifted his gaze from the stock data chart. His wife's opening line was quite different from what he had expected.
"For now, yes. But I've already issued a statement. No one will dare to disturb your life. Don't worry about that."
He had thought she would complain first, but her calm reaction left Sebastian with no chance to use his prepared comforting words.
Brooklyn's fingers moved the mouse, scrolling through the website titles that were indeed eye-catching.
She smirked. "Since I've unintentionally gained such influence, can I use this influence to do something?"
Sebastian's fingers paused on the mouse, "What do you want to do?"
"Free publicity, sensational impact—such a good opportunity should be used to its fullest. I'm not just the wife of the big tycoon Sebastian; I'm also a member of the Mitchell family and the heiress to the Mitchell Group. So, do you understand?"
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