Chapter 455 A Gift for My Wife
MBK International Building
In the President's Office, Sebastian sat leisurely in the boss's chair, holding a cup of slightly steaming green tea in his hand. The aroma of the tea was refreshing.
But the person sitting in the single chair opposite him clearly affected his mood for drinking tea.
Sebastian kept swirling the cup in his hand but hadn't taken a sip. "I wonder what urgent matter my brother-in-law has come to discuss with me?"
His slender, clean fingers played with the teacup, as if toying with everyone's fate.
He was more than ten years younger than Marc, but now he could rightfully call him brother-in-law.
Marc, a very powerful person in Aqua Vista City, involved in both legal and illegal trades, an arrogant figure!
But so what!
Marc suppressed his anger, snorted coldly, and looked at the noble Sebastian with bloodthirsty eyes, "Was it you?"
Sebastian retorted in confusion, "What do you mean by that, Marc? I don't quite understand."
"Stop pretending! Was it you who had someone report my subsidiary? Sebastian, I advise you to be honest and not play tricks!" Marc came with the intention of catching Sebastian in one fell swoop, but now it seemed he couldn't even protect himself.
Sebastian's reaction was too calm and composed.
Sebastian twirled the cup in his fingers several times, "Marc, do you know what the charges for defamation and slander are? If your company's legal team hasn't done their homework, I can provide you with free legal aid."
"Sebastian, don't be too smug! Do you really think that if something happens to my company, you and Brooklyn have nothing to do with it?" Marc threatened through gritted teeth.
But Sebastian, sitting opposite, remained unruffled, "It seems there is a bit of a connection. If you unfortunately go to jail, as your brother-in-law, I seem to have an obligation to take care of your wife and children. Rest assured, you may be unkind, but I won't be unjust. During your imprisonment, I will take good care of them."
The cup's outer wall emitted a faint warmth, just enough to warm his hands. Sebastian was thoroughly enjoying it.
"Sebastian! Send me to prison? Just you?" Marc was furious.
Sebastian sneered, "Yes, just me. I can not only send you to prison but also ensure you never get out. Money laundering is a serious crime, but compared to arms smuggling, which is worse? The arms trade is enough to get you executed several times over, Marc."
With each word he spoke, Marc's face grew darker, "Was it my cargo that you robbed?"
Sebastian nodded frankly, "That's right, but I didn't expect you to find out only now. It's really disappointing."
Marc was shocked. Sebastian actually knew all his hidden methods.
Having heard enough of Marc's nonsense, Sebastian put down the teacup, pressed his long fingers against the table, and smiled slightly, "Marc, the efficiency of the Department of Justice is neither fast nor slow. I think by the end of today, your shell company will be thoroughly investigated."
Marc's heart clenched tightly, overwhelmed by a profound sense of unease. He felt an immense threat and pressure pressing down on him—this was Sebastian's doing, and he knew Sebastian would take it to the extreme.
"Do you want the Mitchell Group?" he asked nervously.
Sebastian snorted. "What do you think? Do I care?"
Marc's heart sank again, and he squinted his eyes warily, "What do you want?"
Sebastian's deep eyes were full of coldness, making Marc tense all over. "The Mitchell Group originally belonged to my wife. Mr. Jordan has used it for so long, it's time to return it to its rightful owner. How can you say it's what I want? Isn't that right?"
Marc almost ground his teeth to pieces, but the pressure in front of him was immense, and he had no choice but to make up his mind, "Fine, I'll give the Mitchell Group to her. I'll have someone draft the documents."
"No need, I've already prepared them for you. Just sign here." Sebastian reached out and tossed the documents from the corner of the circular desk in front of Marc.
"You set a trap for me long ago!" Marc realized he had been tricked, and this trap caught him off guard, leading to his complete defeat.
Sebastian tapped the table with his long fingers, the knocking sound conveying his calm demeanor, "You're a businessman; you should know that the business world is like a battlefield. There are no traps, only who is more perceptive and flexible."
Marc couldn't outmaneuver him and had nothing to say.
But when he opened the documents, he was still stunned. "You want to take all my shares?"
Not a single penny left!
"You want half of my earnings from the Mitchell Group over the past two years?" he was shocked.
Sebastian nodded after hearing him out, "What? You can't bear to part with it? No problem, you could refuse to sign."
Marc gritted his teeth, "I'll sign."
If he didn't sign, prison awaited him, and Marc knew that very well!
"Very good." Sebastian smiled.
Brooklyn held her phone, observing it repeatedly as if trying to see through it. She had words on the tip of her tongue but didn't know how to start.
Her true identity had been exposed, and Scarlett's parents must have received the news. She wondered how they would react.
Nervously biting her lip, she decided to come clean with them.
The phone rang a few times before it was finally answered. "Scarlett, why are you calling at this time?"
Brooklyn was surprised and checked the time back home. It was 9:30 in the morning, which meant it was evening in Averlake.
"Dad, have you and Mom gone to bed? I can call you tomorrow."
Leon and Diana exchanged smiles, "Your mom and I haven't gone to bed yet. What's the matter? Go ahead and tell us."
Hearing Leon's gentle voice, Brooklyn felt a warmth in her heart, like being near a fireplace in the dead of winter, warming her whole body.
"Dad, about my identity, did you see the news? Is my Mom okay?" Brooklyn felt guilty, realizing she hadn't considered this matter thoroughly. Diana had almost lost her daughter once before, and now she was losing her again. It was really too cruel for her.
To her surprised, Diana said, "Brooklyn, it's Mom. I saw the news."
What?
Diana's voice! She knew too? Oh my God, Brooklyn suddenly felt she had committed a grave mistake.
But Diana laughed, "Silly child, I already know. Your dad explained everything to me while you were away from Averlake. You are Brooklyn, Sebastian's wife."
Brooklyn's lips trembled, her voice shaking, "Mom... are you okay?"
Diana's voice was soft. "Of course, I'm okay. Didn't I tell you? If you meet someone you like in Libertya, you must tell me. Now your marriage to Sebastian has caused quite a stir, and you haven't even brought him back for me to see."
Brooklyn felt a bit ashamed. She never expected such a result. It was really too surprising!
"Don't worry, Mom. I'll definitely bring him back to see you!" she said firmly.
Leon took the phone, "Scarlett, whether you're Scarlett or Brooklyn, you're our daughter. In the future, continue to be our daughter, okay?"
Brooklyn's nose tingled, and tears welled up, "Okay! I'll be your daughter for life. You are always my parents."
She lost her mother when she was young and her father when she grew up. Now, meeting such good parents was a special blessing from heaven. She had no reason not to cherish.
"Good, Brooklyn, my dear child!"
Hearing Diana's sobs, Brooklyn's heart ached unbearably. Over the past two years, the bond between mother and daughter had grown intricate and inseparable, woven with countless threads of love and connection.
Just as she hung up the phone, a familiar name appeared on the screen.
Brooklyn's tear-streaked face was filled with a happy smile.
"Mr. Kingsley, what can I do for you?" She held the phone between her ear and shoulder, opening a medical file.
Sebastian waved the documents in his hand, "I got what you wanted."
Brooklyn was shocked. "What? You mean the Mitchell Group?"
So fast?
"That's right. You're now the largest shareholder of the Mitchell Group. I just calculated for you; with the shares you hold, you can be considered the absolute controller of the Mitchell Group. I suggest you dissolve the board of directors." Sebastian smiled.
Brooklyn pouted, "It seems you were ruthless with Marc, but being ruthless is something Mr. Kingsley is quite adept at."
Sebastian took a sip of tea, freshly brewed and very tasty, "That doesn't sound like a compliment."
"I'll cook dinner for you tonight, but I have a surgery, and it will take a long time." Thinking of this, Brooklyn slapped her forehead, "Sorry, maybe you'll have to eat dinner by yourself tonight. This surgery will take over ten hours, and I won't make it."
Sebastian understood but was unwilling to accept it, frowning, "You're already so busy as a doctor. If you take over the Mitchell Group, will I have to make an appointment to see my wife in the future?"
Brooklyn was reminded by his words. Yes, she had no time to manage the Mitchell Group.
She smirked. "Don't worry, Mr. Kingsley. I have someone to take over."
There was someone very suitable.
The office door was knocked on, and Sebastian checked his watch, "You go ahead. I'll wrap up the follow-up matters."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Kingsley."
Listen to her, speaking so casually.
Little did she know, the Mitchell Group, now back in her hands, she would face a huge mess.
Dario and Brandon entered simultaneously, their combination making Sebastian a bit amused. "Tell me, how did it go?"
Brandon pouted, "We've coordinated with the Department of Justice, but those guns are hard to deal with."
Dario glanced at the interrupting Brandon and then lowered his head, "Mr. Kingsley, We've already coordinated with the police department too, and they've concluded that the batch of guns was illegally stashed by criminals—completely unrelated to The Mitchell Group."
Brandon's mouth twitched, "Damn it! That was quick."
Dario smiled, "I am just lucky, Mr. Hernandez."
Sebastian nodded, "The Mitchell Group is now in shambles. We need to reorganize it in the shortest time possible. Order a batch of medical production equipment from Marigoldia, the same as MBK's factory."
"Mr. Kingsley, the Mitchell Group deals in import and export. We don't need that equipment, do we?" Dario was puzzled.
Sebastian explained, "Once Marc's illegal operations are shut down, the financial gap in The Mitchell Group will immediately surface. The simple import and export business won't be able to meet the substantial funding demands, With Aucester Hospital's antibiotics project about to go into mass production—this project could be assigned to The Mitchell Group."
Brandon's mouth silently formed a large "O," "Damn it! Mr. Kingsley, you dote on your wife too much"
Sebastian rubbed his brow with his long fingers, "Mr. Hernandez, you have nothing to do for now. Manage the Mitchell Group's finance and marketing departments, and let me know when it's reorganized."
"Damn it!" Brandon was s
Dario looked at the ceiling, holding back his laughter.
Sebastian patted Brandon's shoulder, straightened his collar, and pressed it down, full of helplessness, "I have no choice. I have to give my wife a gift. I can't give her a half-finished product, can I?"
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