Chapter 457 President, Stop Clinging On
Seeing the change in Kevin's expression, Brooklyn asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Kevin's unease disappeared in an instant, replaced by an extremely elegant and smile. "Just a small matter. But, your suggestion earlier, I think it's worth considering."
Brooklyn frowned slightly, "Oh? What do you mean?"
Kevin looked at his watch, "I've decided to change my flight to two hours later. I want to see you before I leave."
Brooklyn's warming smile froze on her face. Was Kevin doing this on purpose or testing her? Changing the flight suddenly, just to have her see him off?
Wasn't it too irrational?
Kevin stood tall, one hand in his pocket, with a faint smile on his face, exuding an impeccable noble elegance.
Smooth and flawless, it suited him perfectly.
Brooklyn had to agree. "Of course, you came to say goodbye to me, so I should see you off in return. I'll meet you at the airport in two hours."
Logically, Kevin should have said he was joking, but he didn't.
He nodded and smiled naturally, as if this was the most polite and appropriate response. "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Brooklyn's mouth almost twitched, maintaining a perfect smile and trying to suppress the urge to punch him. "Okay!"
Damn it!
'Do I really have to see him off at the airport?' she pondered.
In theory, seeing him off wasn't a big deal, but Brooklyn was a bit resistant to being alone with Kevin, especially at the airport, which could easily be misunderstood. Moreover, Brooklyn was very resistant.
"I'll go ahead, see you at the airport." Kevin seemed expectant but not eager, only his gaze turned cold when it swept over her ring finger.
"Okay."
Brooklyn had just managed to say a word when Jake rushed in, his face tense and panicked, shouting, "Dr. Mitchell, something's wrong, the patient we saved last night suddenly went into shock!"
"What?"
Brooklyn jumped up from her chair, her face changing instantly. The one she had worked so hard to save the patient from last night!
"Kevin, the patient suddenly had a problem, I have to deal with it. You go ahead. I'll try to handle it, and if time permits, I'll definitely see you off."
Kevin didn't expect this sudden turn of events but remained calm and nodded, "Okay, go take care of the patient."
Brooklyn and Jake rushed out of the office and ran to the ward, leaving Kevin watching their retreating white figures, deep in thought.
In the elevator, Brooklyn's shock was still evident on her face. "What happened? The patient was fine during my rounds, how could they suddenly go into shock?"
Jake crossed his arms and looked at Brooklyn, his height giving him a slight advantage, "How could the patient saved by Dr. Mitchell suddenly going into shock? The patient is fine."
Brooklyn's eyes narrowed, "What did you say? The patient is fine?"
Jake shrugged, a frown creating a line on his forehead, "The patient is fine, but I was worried about Dr. Mitchell."
Brooklyn's eyes widened again, "What do you mean?"
"Clearly, you don't seem to like the handsome guy visiting you today, and you don't want to see him off at the airport. I just gave you a legitimate reason not to go." Jake smirked.
Brooklyn's eyebrows relaxed, and she smiled, "I didn't expect that, Jake. You're quite flexible. It seems you're well-suited to be my assistant."
Jake's face remained indifferent, "Then Dr. Mitchell might be disappointed. I don't plan to be your assistant for long."
Brooklyn put her hands in her lab coat pockets, looking at Jake's always calm face, "I know your ambitions go beyond this. I'm looking forward to your performance."
The elevator ascended, and the floor she had randomly pressed arrived. The elevator doors opened and closed, and they went back down the same way.
Jake leaned casually against the elevator, one long leg crossed. If he weren't wearing a lab coat, you wouldn't even know he was a doctor. "Don't you want to ask why I gave up my previous job to be your assistant?"
Brooklyn looked disdainful, "I just need a competent assistant. I'm not interested in anything else."
Jake frowned, "It seems you're better than me."
Come on! Brooklyn just didn't want to admit that she was very curious about the answer! Jake wanted to be the chief doctor, which was understandable, but she felt it was so strange.
Jake was talented, capable, and smart. If it was just to compete for an assistant, it seemed a bit beneath him.
So, what was his purpose?
She couldn't guess.
The elevator doors opened, and Jake walked out without looking back.
Brooklyn laughed in exasperation.
He deliberately asked her a question and then refused to answer, just to make her crazy?
Watching Jake's back, Brooklyn thought of something and pressed the elevator button to the top floor.
Stepping out of the elevator, Brooklyn went to the hospital rooftop and made a phone call.
The phone rang for only a few seconds before it was answered.
Bianca put down the newspaper she was reading, the headline in bold black letters, [After Three Years, the Mitchell Group Returns.]
"Scarlett, what's up?" he asked.
The wind on the rooftop was strong, making her clothes flutter and rustle. Brooklyn tucked her hair behind her ear, "I have something I want you to do."
"Okay." he agreed immediately and straightforwardly, without a moment's hesitation.
This surprised Brooklyn a bit. "Aren't you going to ask what it is? Or if you can do it?"
Was this confidence or overconfidence?
Bianca laughed, her expression unseen through the phone, but her laughter gave Brooklyn a sense of inexplicable comfort and reassurance.
"I'll never refuse anything you ask me to do. And since you're willing to let me do it, you must think I can. So I don't need to ask."
What a smart woman!
Brooklyn laughed, "I'm currently the largest shareholder of the Mitchell Group and its chairman, but I'm not interested in corporate management for now. So, I want you to manage the Mitchell Group for me."
"I'll appoint you as the CEO of the Mitchell Group. You can make any decisions without consulting me." she continued.
Wasn't that too much power?
Bianca could hardly believe it, "You trust me that much? Aren't you afraid I'll secretly transfer your assets and take over your company?"
Brooklyn smiled silently, "I trust the people I use."
"Don't worry, I'll manage the Mitchell Group well and help it get back on track." Bianca said firmly.
Brooklyn added, "You can clean out anyone at the Mitchell Group, except the CFO."
The CFO, thinking of this, Brooklyn couldn't help but smile.
"Why?"
"He was appointed by my husband and can help you with the company's reorganization. So he can be trusted." Bianca was puzzled.
"Okay, I know what to do."
"From now on, just call me Brooklyn. I hope we can be real friends."
Friends?
That was too far for Bianca, but she looked forward to it.
The memories of the past feel as vivid as if they happened yesterday, yet when they think about them, they seemed so distant and unreachable. Time was truly a mysterious thing.
Brooklyn stood on the rooftop, gazing at the bustling city of Aucester, taking a deep breath. What she had lost and endured would now come back, bit by bit.
Savoring it, it felt pretty good.
Dario walked briskly into Sebastian's office, pushing the door open with a smile and reporting, "Mr. Kingsley, Kevin has returned to Emporcia. His plane just took off."
Sebastian's expression remained indifferent. "Ok."
Wasn't that response a bit too simple and casual? Kevin had returned because Blue Sky International Group's new product was found to contain carcinogens.
For some reason, Dario felt that Sebastian might have done something bad again.
"Mr. Kingsley, Kevin and James's cooperation is over. Should we give James some benefits next?" Dario asked.
Otherwise, it would be hard to appease James, right?
Dario observed Sebastian's expression. Frankly, he couldn't quite understand Sebastian at the moment. Now didn't seem like the right time to move against Kevin, especially since Marc had just lost a lot of interests and might retaliate against them.
If Kevin also became desperate, wouldn't they be facing enemies on both sides?
However, Sebastian flipped through a document, signing his name with a flourish, his signature like an eagle in flight. "James? What benefits do I need to give him?"
Dario was taken aback, "Of course, none."
Sebastian handed him a signed document, "This is an order for a batch of machines. Go to Marigoldia personally and ensure the machines are delivered to the Mitchell Group's factory within two days. Hire a team of experts from the country to guide the Mitchell Group's workers in learning to operate them."
"Yes."
Why didn't Sebastian just take over the Mitchell Group himself? Why go through all this trouble? This hands-on approach was like managing his own industry!
No, he was even more attentive than his own company.
Dario glanced at the order and saw the amount in the lower left corner, taking a sharp breath.
"Also, Marc's funds will arrive today. Have Mr. Hernandez use Marc's funds to make the Mitchell Group's accounts look good. We don't want the financial statements to be a mess."
"Yes. I'll inform Mr. Hernandez immediately. Any other instructions, Mr. Kingsley?" Dario asked.
Sebastian pulled out another document, "This is the export order for MBK next quarter. Allocate one-third to the Mitchell Group. Ensure the Mitchell Group's normal operations before production officially starts."
"Yes."
Dario complained inwardly. 'Sebastian, could you be any more biased? you are almost practically giving MBK to the Mitchell Group!'
"That's all, you can go."
"Yes."
Dario left the office with two documents, and before he could close the door, he heard Sebastian making a phone call. "Whitney, book a table for me at 8 PM tonight, at the restaurant on the top floor of Global Mall."
Dario looked up at the ceiling.
Was Sebastian trying to change his personality or even his nature? At work, he was always going out of his way to help and support Brooklyn, and in life, he was bending over backward to pleaseher. This doting, almost subservient attitude towards her—where was even a trace of the dignity he used to have?
"Dario, what are you doing?"
Dario was still lost in thought when a voice suddenly brought him back to reality.
"Mr. Brian Kingsley? What brings you here?"
Damn it! What did Brian's sudden visit mean?
"Can't I come?" Brian's face was ashen, his voice cold as ice.
"Of course not, Mr. Brian Kingsley, please. Mr. Sebastian Kingsley is in his office."
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