Chapter 480 The Terrifying Woman in the Office
That night, Sebastian made Brooklyn go to bed early. After she washed up, she was already lying down a little after nine.
Watching Brooklyn close her eyes, Sebastian got up and walked to his study.
Closing the door behind him, Sebastian dialed Dario's number. The phone rang twice before Dario picked up.
"Mr. Kingsley, everything's set up just like you wanted. By the time you and Mrs. Kingsley are on the plane tomorrow, the issue should be taken care of."
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, twirling a gold pen in his hand, scribbling absentmindedly on a document. "Don't make her disappear. If she vanishes, it won't be any fun."
Dario knew Sebastian's methods well and got the message right away. "Got it, Mr. Kingsley. I'll keep a close eye on things. But what about James? Should we do something about him?"
James, huh?
Sebastian kept writing, and the sound of the pen scratching on paper filled the room. "James isn't involved in this. If he stays out of it, leave him alone. If he gets in the way, handle it without checking with me."
"Understood."
With Dario's situation clarified, Sebastian hung up the phone.
He paused for less than a minute before dialing another number.
Brandon was miserably working overtime at the Mitchell Group when his phone vibrated. Cursing under his breath, he typed furiously on his keyboard, feeling like a sheep among wolves, unable to resist being slaughtered.
Damn it!
Bianca, that woman, wasn't even human. It was bad enough that she was a workaholic, but dragging others into it, too? Inhumane!
In this state, Brandon's phone rang, and he was in no mood for pleasantries. He grabbed the phone and propped it on his shoulder, lamenting, "Mr. Kingsley, hearing your voice before I die is a small comfort."
Sebastian crossed one leg over the other. "What's wrong, Mr. Hernandez? Haven't had a new assignment in a few days, and you're eager?"
Not at all!
Brandon's fingers continued to fly over the keyboard, venting his anger on it. "Please, if it's an assignment, I never want to hear from you again. You better be calling about something unrelated to work."
Sebastian's tone shifted from teasing to serious. "Brooklyn and I are leaving Libertya for half a month. During this time, you need to keep an eye on the Mitchell Group."
Brandon shot up, papers scattering everywhere. "You're going to Averlake? Why can't I go back with you? I've been working like a dog for you; I deserve to go home and visit."
"Not now. You need to stay in Libertya and watch the Mitchell Group. I'm worried something might go wrong while I'm away. Herschel and Donny have their eyes on the Mitchell Group's factory. They were never happy about Aucester Hospital's production rights going to the Mitchell Group, so you understand."
Brandon nodded and slumped back into his chair. "So, they might try something with the factory?"
"Possibly."
Sebastian knew the Kingsley family well enough to know they wouldn't take a loss without retaliating. Their current calmness was a sign of brewing danger, waiting to erupt.
"Alright, I'll keep an eye on the Mitchell Group. They won't get close!" Brandon promised firmly, then his tone shifted. "Mr. Kingsley, dealing with people like Simon and Lawrence is straightforward, but handling your own family members might be trickier, right?"
Sebastian found the mention of his family particularly ironic. Compared to external threats, internal ones were the hardest to guard against. A misstep could lead to a fatal betrayal.
Terrifying!
"Family members? Do they have special privileges? If they block my path, their fate is the same." Sebastian's eyes darkened, his silent resolve as sharp as an invisible sword, ready to obliterate any obstacle.
Brandon gave a thumbs-up. "That's why you're Mr. Kingsley. Honestly, I'm looking forward to the day you clean house. Your family's drama is beyond me."
Sebastian didn't hide his true feelings from his friend, and Brandon didn't treat the Kingsley family's scandals as taboo. Their discussion was surprisingly engaging.
"You don't need to understand the Kingsley family's issues. Knowing too much isn't good for you."
Brandon didn't fully grasp this but didn't press for details. "Besides Donny, you should watch Marc. He took a big hit in Aucester and has been too quiet since returning to Aqua Vista City. It's suspicious."
"I know. Marc can't escape my control. I'll let him rest for now. I don't enjoy fighting someone with no strength."
Winning wouldn't be satisfying.
Brandon clapped his hands in mock applause. "Classic Mr. Kingsley!"
"Thanks, Mr. Hernandez. You must have a lot of work. I'll let you go."
"Wait, Mr. Kingsley, before you head to Averlake, can you save me from this hell? Bianca is a maniac, making us work past ten every night. What did your wife offer her to make her so dedicated? I can't take it anymore."
Oh? Bianca?
Sebastian couldn't help but smile. "I'm afraid I can't help you there. I can't replace someone my wife assigned."
"No way! Are you really that afraid of your wife? That's not like you, Mr. Kingsley!"
"It has nothing to do with fear. In our house, she handles the inside, and I handle the outside. Unfortunately, we'll be home before we leave the country, so everything follows Brooklyn's arrangements."
With both matters settled, Sebastian felt at ease. He glanced at the words he had been writing absentmindedly and couldn't help but smile.
The flowing strokes, the lively characters, all spelled Brooklyn's name.
Brandon stared at the disconnected call, his eyes flickering.
What?
He just hung up?
Brandon was still pondering the "inside and outside" comment when a figure appeared at the office door.
Without looking up, Brandon could tell who it was from the scent in the air.
And who else would be working this late?
Brandon raised an eyebrow and bent to pick up the scattered papers. "Ms. Gomez, what an honor. Forgive my lack of welcome."
Bianca stood at the door, arms crossed, wearing a stylish black-and-white dress with hand-stitched ruffles at the hem, which added a touch of elegance to her usual attire.
"Since you know your mistake, I won't waste words."
Her voice was calm and precise, revealing her sharpness and decisiveness. Despite her beauty, she didn't seem like a typical woman.
Brandon slapped the unorganized papers onto his desk and looked at her slender figure. "Ms. Gomez, you never waste words. That's something only ordinary people like me do. Please, go ahead."
Brandon's defiant expression twisted in frustration.
Bianca's eyelid twitched, nearly kicking the insolent Brandon out the window. "How's the work going?"
"Ms. Gomez, I've organized the financial reports for the past three years as you instructed. There are many bugs. I am writing a report to present, and here you are."
Brandon's sarcastic tone clearly questioned her authority. He wanted to kick Bianca out and take control.
Bianca's eyelid twitched again. "I can't wait for a written report. Give me a verbal summary."
Brandon was stunned. "Are you serious? A verbal summary? Do you know how much data is in three years of financial reports? It would take forever! You're joking!"
Bianca nodded, acknowledging his point, then pointed to the clock. "What time is it?"
Brandon, confused, frowned. "Nine forty-five."
"Good. We have eleven hours and fifteen minutes until work starts at nine tomorrow. And I'll give you three hours to sleep. The remaining eight hours and fifteen minutes, you can explain it to me."
Brandon felt like he was hearing gibberish. His eyes rolled, his mouth twitched, and he shivered. "You... want me to stay up all night to give you a report?"
"Yes."
The answer was simple, with no room for negotiation.
"Fuck! I haven't even had dinner, and you want me to give you a report?"
Brandon looked up at the ceiling, the lights blinding him, but his heart was pitch black—utterly dark.
As the heir to the Hernandez Group, Brandon had never worked at the company, let alone worked overtime. Getting him to inspect the company depended on his mood!
Bianca making him work all night was a direct challenge to Brandon's limits.
"I haven't had dinner either, so you can eat while you talk, and I'll eat while I listen. No time wasted."
Bianca's response was equally, undeniably assertive.
"Fine! Where are we eating? The first meal from the boss can't be too shabby, right?"
Brandon grabbed his car keys, ready to leave, but Bianca's words stopped him.
"No need for that. To save time, I've already ordered takeout. It should arrive in about twenty minutes. So, Mr. Hernandez, please organize your report outline and meet me in my office."
With that, Bianca's confident, elegant figure walked away, leaving a trail of her perfume in the air.
Brandon howled, "Are you crazy? Bianca, Ms. Gomez, this is exploitation!"
The only response was the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor.
Brandon rubbed his forehead, exasperated.
Women, in his view, were mostly the kind you find in nightclubs, or like Brooklyn, a goddess of wisdom. But who could explain why there were women like Bianca, the terrifying type?
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