Chapter 479 Petty Man
James's words hit Piper right where it hurt. She grabbed a pillow from the couch and hurled it at him with perfect aim. "I'm your sister! How dare you talk to me like that?"
Piper, her wound freshly reopened, was furious. She roared to mask her inner turmoil, her eyes bloodshot with rage as she glared at James, wishing she could kill him with her stare.
James extended his long arm and caught the pillow effortlessly, gripping it tightly with his slender fingers, the tassels on the edge straining under his grip. "Piper, you know exactly what you did to Brooklyn. You've seen how Sebastian dealt with Simon, and even Megan, who almost married him, wasn't spared. Do you really think you have a way out?"
Piper scoffed, her eyes narrowing with defiance. "James, now I understand why you can't get the woman you want. You're too cautious, lacking the guts. Ever since you met Sebastian, you've been scared. Don't think I don't know what you did a few days ago, playing the victim in front of him to gain his trust, right?"
James wasn't fazed by her accusation. He shrugged nonchalantly, a broad smile on his face as he tossed the pillow aside and slipped his hands into his pockets. "Someone like Sebastian should never be treated as an enemy, or you'll be the one who loses. You know his methods and his power better than I do. If I can find out what you've done, so can he."
Piper was momentarily speechless, her eyes narrowing as she looked at her brother, who usually sought her advice on everything. He seemed like a stranger now.
"You investigated me?" Piper's voice was slow and filled with anger.
James sat down beside her, the couch sinking under their weight, bringing them closer. "Piper, I'm your brother. Trust me, I would never do anything to hurt you. If you go to Brooklyn and explain, apologize, maybe she'll forgive you. Brooklyn isn't as cold as she seems. She definitely..."
"Shut up! James, is this what you came to tell me? You're siding with an outsider against your own sister?"
"Piper, listen to me. If Sebastian wants to take you down, it would be too easy!" James gently placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to persuade her.
But Piper's smile grew colder, almost frozen on her face. Finally, she let out a mocking laugh. "You really are a good brother. But don't forget, I've been doing things all these years, too. Do you think Sebastian can take me down that easily? He's dreaming."
James rubbed his forehead. "Piper, do you think Sebastian needs evidence to act against you? You're too naive. He excels at using others to do his dirty work. Can't you see that?"
"Get out! James, get out of here right now!"
Piper pointed towards the door, her voice filled with anger.
"Piper, when that day comes, don't blame me for not helping you."
"Get out!"
"Breaking news: Simon, who was hospitalized due to a car accident, has finally been declared out of danger after a ten-hour surgery. However, it has been confirmed that he has suffered necrotic fractures in both legs. Despite the efforts of top specialists, his legs could not be saved..."
From early morning until four in the afternoon, news about Simon once again dominated the internet, sparking widespread discussion.
Lawrence turned off the TV in his office, rubbing his temples. He looked like he had aged ten years, his meticulously groomed hair showing streaks of gray. He leaned on his desk, silent for several minutes.
"Mr. Turner, should we inform Ms. Turner about Mr. Scott's condition?" his assistant asked softly.
Lawrence shook his head weakly. "Not yet. Megan won't be out for a few more days, and she's not in a good state right now. We'll tell her once she's settled."
"Understood. What should we do now? Since the news broke, the Scott family's stock has dropped seven percent. Who knows what will happen by the end of the day?"
The assistant's words reminded Lawrence of the gravity of the situation. He looked up, frustration evident in his voice. "Put the Turner Group's collaboration with the Scott family on hold until Megan is out."
"Yes, Mr. Turner."
Lawrence sighed heavily. "Prepare the car. I'm going to MBK."
The assistant quickly intervened. "Mr. Turner, the relationship between the Turner Group and MBK is very strained right now. If you go, Sebastian will likely humiliate you again."
Lawrence sank back into his chair.
Just then, the phone on Lawrence's desk rang, startling both men. Lawrence answered, his voice cold. "What is it?"
"Mr. Turner, a large sum of money was just deposited into your account. We need to verify it with you," the finance manager said.
A glimmer of hope appeared in Lawrence's eyes. "I know. Invest a third of it into the Turner Group's stock."
"Yes, Mr. Turner."
Saving the market was urgent. Lawrence knew he couldn't fight the stock fluctuations any longer. Stabilizing the Turner Group's stock was all he could hope for now.
He took a deep breath and picked up his cell phone.
Brooklyn was packing for her trip abroad and didn't hear the phone vibrating on the couch.
Sebastian noticed the phone and saw the caller ID. A smirk crossed his face.
"Mr. Turner."
Lawrence nearly fell out of his chair, his voice trembling. "Mr. Kingsley..."
"Yes, it's me." Sebastian lounged comfortably, his long legs crossed, glancing up at the bedroom.
Lawrence wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I... I called to thank Mrs. Kingsley."
Sebastian flipped a page in his document, feigning ignorance. "What for?"
"Mrs. Kingsley generously returned the funds the Turner Group had given her. I wanted to thank her."
Sebastian's smile was cold. "A simple thank you seems too easy for such a significant gesture, don't you think?"
Lawrence was at a loss. "What do you mean, Mr. Kingsley?"
Sebastian tapped his knee rhythmically. "I don't think anything Mr. Turner has is worthy of my wife. So, it's best if you keep your distance from her."
Lawrence's blood pressure spiked. "Of course, of course. I wouldn't dare bother Mrs. Kingsley."
"And don't call her again. Give her some peace."
"Understood. I won't disturb her again."
Sebastian ended the call and deleted Lawrence's number from Brooklyn's phone.
Brooklyn finished packing and came downstairs. "Is there anything else you need to pack, Sebastian?"
Sebastian beckoned her over. "Come here."
She sat next to him, taking a sip from his water glass. "What's with that look?"
Sebastian played with a strand of her hair. "I'm nervous about meeting your parents tomorrow. Any tips?"
Brooklyn smiled. "They love expensive gifts. The more extravagant, the better."
Sebastian frowned. "I can't do that. My most valuable treasure is you. I can't give you back."
Brooklyn laughed. "You're good at sweet-talking."
"Only for you."
Brooklyn pushed him playfully. "Go pack. We're staying in Averlake for a while. Make sure you have everything."
He hugged her tightly. "As long as I have you, that's all I need."
His sweet words were surprisingly comforting.
She finally pushed him away and watched him go upstairs. Brooklyn picked up her phone.
Nothing seemed out of place, but the phone felt warm.
No recent calls.
Had he been staring at the screen?
She thought of Lawrence. The money should have arrived by now.
But when she checked her contacts, she laughed. Sebastian had deleted Lawrence's number.
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