Chapter 485 Easy Peasy
"Donny and his crew have been causing trouble, and it's easy to dig up dirt on them. If he doesn't appreciate the courtesy, then it's time to teach him a lesson!"
Sebastian's cold eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity, a storm brewing deep within them, swift and ruthless.
Brandon noticed the commanding expression that always appeared on Sebastian's face before dealing with troublemakers. He couldn't help but smirk, "Looks like Mr. Kingsley has a plan."
Sebastian chuckled darkly, "A plan? Donny isn't worth my time to make a plan. He's been away too long and doesn't understand the current situation. I'll give him a wake-up call."
Brandon nodded repeatedly, always in awe of Sebastian's methods and strategies. He offered his full support both verbally and in action.
Before Brandon could express his admiration, Sebastian had already picked up the phone, swiftly dialing a number. The call was answered almost immediately.
His voice turned low and smooth, fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk, "Donny is part of the Kingsley family, and this concerns the family's reputation. I don't want this kind of person affecting MBK, nor do I want to waste time explaining to the board."
Whatever was said on the other end, Sebastian responded briefly before hanging up.
Brandon looked at him with curiosity, trying to figure out what was going on from his expression. "Who was that?"
Sebastian put down the phone. "Someone who can handle this."
"How many people do you have backing you up? Mr. Kingsley, it's a pity for those behind you. You get all the glory while they do the hard work. Isn't that right?"
Sebastian nodded slightly, "Mr. Hernandez, you're correct. But being able to lead a group of talented individuals and ensure their loyalty is a skill in itself, isn't it?"
Brandon slapped his forehead, "You've got me there! I shouldn't argue with you about this. I'm impressed!"
"Since you're impressed, make sure to clean up the mess. Where's the loss report I asked for?" Sebastian extended his hand.
Brandon pulled out a blue folder from Bianca's stack of documents, "I just finished compiling it. Here it is. But why do you need the report? Did you buy insurance or something?"
Sebastian flipped through the pages, his gaze pausing at the final amount, "Insurance companies are too slow. I prefer direct and efficient solutions."
With that, Sebastian strode out of the office, leaving Brandon with a commanding presence.
Pondering Sebastian's last words, Brandon rubbed his chin, seemingly understanding something.
"Let's see how Sebastian helps that woman now! The hospitals abroad that are waiting for the medication are internationally renowned. If this gets out, the Mitchell Group's reputation will be ruined before it even starts!"
"Mr. Kingsley is indeed a master! This move to cut off the supply is brilliant! Averlake's orders are due within a week, with the fastest delivery in three days from Libertya to Averlake. Without a factory, even if he sets one up now, he won't manage it!"
Donny sipped his wine, fingers gripping the glass, a contemptuous smile on his lips, "Sebastian... Since he was born, he's been suppressing everyone in the Kingsley family. I've never had a chance to speak. Everyone says he's a business genius, a legendary figure. I'd like to see what happens when this legend falls."
"Everyone says Sebastian is a legend, but the real legend should be you! It's a shame that MBK, founded by your father and uncle, is now in Brian's hands. Mr. Kingsley, are you willing to accept that?"
"MBK is rightfully mine. Sebastian and Brian want to take it all? Dream on!"
"What's your plan, Mr. Kingsley? We support you!"
In a luxurious private room, Donny and several middle-aged men were chatting and laughing, seemingly united in their opposition to Sebastian.
As the conversation grew more outrageous and bold, the door suddenly swung open.
Light from the hallway flooded the room, a gust of wind filling the space, almost knocking them over.
Donny and the others turned in surprise, seeing a tall figure standing against the light. The imposing presence was unmistakably Sebastian.
Donny's hand trembled, and he nearly dropped his glass. He forced himself to regain composure, facing Sebastian's fierce gaze. "Sebastian, what brings you here?"
The men with Donny widened their eyes, exchanging glances, and quickly set down their glasses, "Mr. Kingsley, good evening."
Sebastian ignored them, focusing solely on Donny, "Donny's throwing a party here. Of course, I had to come."
Donny laughed, "Glad you could join us. Come, have some good wine."
Sebastian, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a rolled-up document, smirked, "Donny, are you inviting me for a drink or asking me to keep you company?"
The men understood Sebastian's meaning and quickly stood up. "Mr. Kingsley, we'll leave you two to talk."
Sebastian scoffed, "In such a hurry? Don't you want to stay and watch?"
Watch?
They feared they wouldn't survive to see the main event.
"No need, Mr. Kingsley. We'll take our leave."
Once they left, the room fell silent. Donny's face turned slightly red from the alcohol, but he couldn't hide his unease.
Sebastian pulled over a chair, sitting elegantly, legs crossed, "Donny, the wine seems good."
Donny chuckled nervously, "Just some old business friends catching up."
"If they're old friends, did you ask them if they know that to gain any advantage in Aucester, they need my approval?"
Sebastian didn't hint; he directly revealed the truth, like a sword piercing Donny's chest.
"Sebastian, I don't understand what you mean."
"Don't understand? Let me clarify." Sebastian tossed the rolled-up document to him, "Take a look, Donny. If you still don't get it, I can explain in another way."
Donny's face was full of suspicion as he opened the document. The Mitchell Group's loss report was right there. He leaned back on the sofa, laughing, "What's the meaning of giving me the Mitchell Group's loss report?"
Sebastian, hands folded on his lap, replied calmly, "Donny, see the final amount? By 8 PM tonight, transfer that amount from your account to the one listed."
"What?"
Donny slammed the table, his voice rising several octaves.
Sebastian maintained his calm tone and expression, "Why so agitated, Donny? There's more. The Mitchell Group's factory is temporarily unusable due to the fire. But I heard you've built a new factory in Aucester, which is currently idle. I'll borrow it."
"You... What did you say?"
Donny's face twisted in disbelief. He couldn't fathom that Sebastian would openly demand this.
"Donny, we're both Kingsley family members. When one is in trouble, we should help each other. Or do you want to see me struggle without offering a hand?"
"Help? I don't think I'm qualified. You're so well-known in Aucester."
"Donny, you're more than qualified. Rumor has it that a year ago, you bribed a hitman to break into someone's house and force them at gunpoint to hand over their property deed. With such courage and cunning, helping me should be easy."
Sebastian spoke casually, but to Donny, it was a thunderbolt, leaving him stunned.
"You... Sebastian, you're slandering me!"
Donny's finger trembled as he pointed at Sebastian, clearly lacking confidence.
Sebastian's cold eyes met his, a light smile playing on his lips. "Donny, have you forgotten what you did? Do you need me to remind you? I have some documents that might jog your memory."
His eyes were icy, his gaze domineering and lethal.
Donny shuddered, barely managing to stay on his feet, laughing nervously, "Sebastian, we're brothers. No need to be so aggressive."
"Brothers? I'm cornered by some people, forced to come here and interrupt your drinking. Hmm?"
Every word carried the weight of a king, leaving Donny speechless. He knew what he had done, but never expected Sebastian to dig up the past. Sebastian's methods...
Thinking of this, Donny raised his glass, "Use the factory and equipment as you need. We're family; there's no need for formalities. If you need help, just ask."
Sebastian had unseen forces backing him. Without them, he couldn't have uncovered the truth so quickly. Donny knew he couldn't confront him directly now, so he conceded.
"Of course, Donny! But don't forget the transfer by 8 PM."
Sebastian pulled a small USB drive from his pocket and placed it on the table. "Donny, some things are worth remembering. It helps to be cautious in the future."
With that, Sebastian adjusted his suit and walked out of the room.
Donny's legs gave way, collapsing onto the sofa. He stared at the report and USB drive, nearly dropping his glass.
His back was drenched in sweat.
Outside, Dario awaited, "Mr. Kingsley, the workers are at the factory as instructed. But with the current manpower and progress, it's difficult to meet the three-day deadline. Mr. Donny Kingsley's factory has limited equipment, and the new batch is still on the way. The main issue now is the lack of workers."
After a moment of thought, Sebastian replied, "The workers will have to work overtime. Inform them that overtime pay will be ten times the usual rate, and they'll get a week of paid vacation once the order is completed."
"Understood, Mr. Kingsley!"
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