Chapter 467 Unconditional Support
The office finally settled back into its usual calm.
Thinking about everything that had just happened, Brooklyn couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
After taking a moment to collect her thoughts, another dilemma popped into her mind. If she told Sebastian that she decided to use half of the Turner Group's funds and shares to buy Megan's freedom, would he give Lawrence another beating?
Well, that was highly likely.
After some hesitation, she decided to ask about the situation.
Meanwhile, in the MBK CEO's office, a scene almost identical to the one at Aucester Hospital was playing out.
Sebastian sat in his executive chair, casually swirling a coffee cup, taking occasional sips of the rich liquid inside. Across from him, Simon was already sweating bullets.
After much deliberation, Simon gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you the land by the bay, and also the harbor trade business I'm currently working on. How about that?"
Sebastian's face, as cold and unyielding as a marble statue, showed the same disdain and chill. He elegantly swirled his cup, each movement making Simon's heart race.
"Mr. Scott, your devotion to Megan is truly touching, willing to spend so much to buy her freedom," Sebastian's voice dripped with sarcasm.
It was clear what this kind of protection represented.
Simon clenched his fists, trying to hide his anger, and forced a smile, "Mr. Kingsley, my love for Megan can't compare to yours for Ms. Mitchell. You two are the envy of everyone."
Sebastian's thin lips curled into a deep smile, "Since Mr. Scott knows this, there's no need to waste time here. No amount of money can compensate for the grievances my wife has suffered. As for Megan, she brought this on herself!"
Simon, panicking, stood up to say more, but Sebastian's dismissive wave not only stopped him but also signaled it was time to leave.
Expecting forgiveness was naive!
Simon's forced smile froze awkwardly on his face, his last hope seemingly cut off by Sebastian.
He couldn't save Megan.
Losing such a useful pawn was a real pity!
At that moment, Sebastian's phone rang. The vibration pulled Simon back to reality. He looked at Sebastian with a forced smile, his hands gripping the chair's armrests, halting his attempt to stand.
Both men saw the name on the phone screen at the same time.
Sebastian picked up the phone, his voice instantly shifting from icy to warm, "Honey, what's up?"
Brooklyn sighed, poking her forehead with her finger, "Lawrence and Karen just came to beg me."
Hearing this, Sebastian's eyes shot a sharp glance at Simon, but his voice stayed gentle, "Begging you to let Megan go?"
Brooklyn nodded, "Yeah. So, I made a deal with them."
Why did she feel so guilty the more she talked? Like she had done something terribly wrong.
She let out a breath and waited for Sebastian to lose his temper. This arrogant and fastidious man would surely blow up, right?
Absolutely, Sebastian frowned slightly, "You agreed?"
Brooklyn lowered her voice, feeling guilty, "I couldn't help it. I felt sorry for them, so I thought I could let her go. But I don't think I lost out. Half of the Turner Group's assets will be transferred to me. Lawrence is trading half his fortune for Megan's freedom. I think it's a good deal."
Sebastian felt a bit helpless. His wife was really something—smart and a bit wicked.
"If my wife wants to do a good deed, of course, I'll support you. Leave the rest to me."
"You're not mad?" Brooklyn asked uneasily. Was Sebastian agreeing now only to come back and settle scores later?
Sebastian was a very strict and picky person. Was he really agreeing so easily?
It felt unreal.
Sebastian's deep eyes locked onto Simon with a chilling intensity, but his smile was so charming it could make anyone's heart flutter, "How could I be mad at you? All your decisions are right. I'll support you unconditionally. Focus on your work, and I'll handle the rest."
Brooklyn opened her mouth slightly, still feeling it was unreal, "Okay, Lawrence will bring the contract soon. I'll sign it and let you know."
"Alright."
After hanging up, Sebastian looked at Simon, "Mr. Scott, did you hear that?"
Simon's hope, which had almost been extinguished, reignited, "Mrs. Kingsley is so kind-hearted. It's touching! So, Mr. Kingsley, about this matter..."
Sebastian swirled his coffee cup, scoffing, "My wife is kind-hearted, but I am not so generous."
Simon's face changed again, "Didn't you just say you would support her decision?"
Sebastian sneered, "Of course, but it depends on whether Mr. Scott is willing. Lawrence used half of the Turner Group as a price. Isn't a small piece of land from you a bit too stingy?"
Simon's face turned ashen. A piece of land and a business deal were already painful concessions. If he had to give up more, he really needed to reconsider.
Moreover, Lawrence had given half of the Turner Group to Brooklyn, which...
No, even the remaining half of the Turner Group was not to be underestimated.
"What other conditions do you have, Mr. Kingsley? Just say it." Simon asked.
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, "Money is just numbers to me. Honestly, there's nothing you have that I want. But, Mr. Scott, since your engagement to Megan is imminent, how about apologizing to my wife at the engagement ceremony? Is that too much to ask?"
Simon clenched his fists. Apologize at the engagement ceremony? That would be humiliating! In front of all the guests, and with the media covering it...
Sebastian snorted, "What? Mr. Scott, you don't even have the sincerity to apologize?"
"No, of course... of course, I can. It's the right thing to do."
"Good. As for the apology, don't worry about it. I'll prepare it for you. Mr. Scott, I'm busy. Please leave!"
With that, Simon left with a gray face.
"Mr. Kingsley, I saw Mr. Scott at the door just now. He didn't look too good," Dario reported as he entered, glancing at Sebastian. It was obvious that Sebastian had thoroughly crushed Simon.
"His face is just the beginning. Worse is yet to come." Sebastian sneered.
Dario chuckled to himself. If Sebastian was going after Simon, he was in for a rough time.
"Mr. Kingsley, about Ms. Turner, what's your decision now?" Dario asked.
"The online uproar has damaged Megan and the Turner Group's reputation. Notify the media to delete the videos. As for the police, find a reason to drop the case. But don't act too quickly. Let Megan reflect in there for a few more days."
Dario understood and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Kingsley! I'll handle it now."
"Good."
Leaving the office, Dario pondered Sebastian's orders. Not acting too quickly really showed Sebastian's cunning nature.
At the hospital, Arabella emerged from the lab, rubbing her sore neck and shaking her head. She turned to see Zach stepping out of the elevator.
She quickened her pace to catch up, but her phone rang.
The screen showed an unfamiliar number. Arabella answered while adjusting her clothes to catch up with Zach, her voice filled with excitement, "Who is it?"
Quinn leaned back in his chair, his legs propped on the desk, "Hey there, uncool Arabella."
Uncool Arabella?
Fuck!
"Mr. Kingsley?" Arabella gritted her teeth. Damn Quinn, how did he get her number?
"Good hearing. It's me."
"Mr. Kingsley, if you have something to say, spit it out. I'm busy." Arabella hurried to catch up, but a group of doctors in white coats surrounded Zach.
Damn it!
Quinn smiled, "You did a good job today, standing up to that jerk Lawrence. I enjoyed it."
Arabella frowned, squinting, "I was standing up for my idol. What's it to you? I'm busy, bye."
"Since you were useful to Brooklyn, I'll graciously waste my time and take you to dinner tonight. I'll send you the address. See you at eight. Oh, and wash your hair and wear something decent." Quinn said.
Fuck!
"Mr. Kingsley, hello? Hello!"
The call abruptly ended.
Arabella stomped her foot in frustration. Damn Quinn! Just wait!
Looking up, Zach was already out of sight. Arabella clenched her fists, adding this new grudge to the old one. "Quinn, you're dead!" she cursed.
Elysian Eats.
At eight that evening, Quinn sat casually in a window seat, watching a private video sent by a friend. His smile was a mix of mischief and charm.
'Who would've thought? Arabella's got guts, standing up to Lawrence like that.' he pondered.
Arabella adjusted her bangs, straightened her glasses, and smoothed her clothes, a calculating smile on her lips.
Arabella stepped through the revolving glass doors, her eyes sweeping over the opulent steakhouse. Well, Quinn might be a morally bankrupt bastard, but at least the man had taste—this place was borderline acceptable.Spotting Quinn by the window, Arabella took in his polished appearance. He looked respectable, but remembering his nasty words, any fleeting goodwill vanished.
"Well, Mr. Kingsley, are you on a date? You dressed up nicely."
Quinn's first reaction to Arabella's voice was to rub his ears. Then he looked up, his mouth twitching, "What the hell are you wearing?"
Arabella tugged at her T-shirt, evaluating herself, "Casual sportswear."
Quinn facepalmed, "Arabella, are you even a woman? I told you to wear something decent. This... Damn it!"
Arabella rolled up her T-shirt sleeves, looking like a construction worker on a lunch break.
Her large glasses and bare face, combined with a defiant smile, "This is decent. At home, I wear pajamas."
Quinn clenched his fists, "Damn it! This is a restaurant, not a food truck."
He wanted to strangle her! So embarrassing! If they ran into anyone he knew, he'd die of shame.
Arabella propped one leg on the sofa, shaking her canvas shoe, "I am too poor to buy clothes. Not wearing a bedsheet is already giving you face. So, are you feeding me or not? If not, I'll go get a crepe from the stand outside."
Quinn rubbed his forehead, "Fine! Order whatever you want. Eat till you burst!"
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