Chapter 512 Threat
Bianca let out a sigh. "I don't know the exact plan. He wouldn't tell me the details. But think about it, Susie and Marc took a huge hit last time in Aucester. Do you think they'll just let it slide?"
Brooklyn chuckled. "It looks like my sister isn't planning to make my life easy."
"Marc might target you personally," Bianca warned. "You need to be extra careful these days. Oh, and Marc accidentally let slip that his deal with MBK was a setup. Sebastian tricked him, causing him to lose a lot of money. He's furious and might take it out on you."
Brooklyn twirled her pen, unbothered. "Marc fell into my husband's trap, and now he wants to blame me for his own stupidity? Ha, who else but Susie could come up with such a brilliant idea?"
Bianca's smile turned disdainful. "Brooklyn, your sister seems to have a deep grudge against you. Be careful. I'll keep an eye on things too. Marc's methods are twisted, so stay alert."
Brooklyn laughed. "You rushed over here like it was an emergency just for this?"
"Yes and no. There's something else I don't know how to tell you." Bianca bit her lip, her fingers tapping the chair back slowly, showing her heavy heart.
"There's nothing you can't tell me. Just say it. If I can help, I will." Brooklyn reached out to steady Bianca's anxious hand.
Bianca frowned and sighed. "Do you know Brandon?"
"Hmm?" Brooklyn was surprised. "Mr. Hernandez is a good friend of my husband. They've been close for years. I don't know much about him personally, but anyone who can stay friends with my husband for so long must be decent. I've heard Mr. Hernandez likes to have fun and has been with many women."
Brooklyn's assessment was fair and comprehensive. She watched Bianca's expression change, her dark eyes misting over as if hiding many secrets.
Bianca forced a smile, shrugged, and said, "Alright, I know. I'll head back to the office."
Brooklyn sensed something was off with Bianca but couldn't press her further. She nodded. "If you're tired, take a few days off. Peregrine will be at the office. Brief him on the work. He's a top-notch programmer."
"Got it!"
Bianca got into her car to return to the Mitchell Group when she felt a sudden chill at the back of her head. Something cold pressed against her skull.
Her heart sank. She instantly knew what it was.
Someone had snuck into her car!
"Bianca, you really betrayed my boss. You've got some nerve." A cold, threatening voice came from the back seat.
Bianca's face showed a moment of shock before she quickly regained her composure. "What do you mean?"
The man in the back wore a baseball cap pulled low, hiding his eyes and forehead. A clear scar ran down the left side of his face, a reminder of a severe injury.
"What do I mean? You betrayed Mr. Jordan, causing several of his projects to fail. And you're working for that bitch Brooklyn behind his back. Did you think no one would find out?"
Bianca's fingers slowly moved from the steering wheel to her phone. "I was gathering intel on her to report back to Mr. Jordan. He should reward me for being a spy, not send a dog to bite me."
The man sneered. "Do you think Mr. Jordan still believes your lies? As his woman, you should be loyal. You thought you could switch sides, Bianca? You've had it too easy and forgotten your place."
Bianca's fingers touched her phone screen.
"Stupid woman!"
A punch came out of nowhere, hitting Bianca's head. She almost blacked out, her phone slipping out of reach.
"You dare hit me? Don't forget my status with Mr. Jordan! He's under attack from all sides and needs all the help he can get. If I die, he'll lose a valuable asset."
"Spit!" The man spat. "Do you think Mr. Jordan wants to see you now? Drive!"
Bianca, with a gun to her head, couldn't resist. "Where to?"
"The port."
'The port?'
"Which port?"
Bianca's heart raced. Aucester had no port. The nearest one was in Rosemont, a four-hour drive. If she went there, she'd be at Marc's mercy.
"Stop pretending! Rosemont port! Drive!"
"Damn it, just kill me. My head hurts. If we crash, you'll die too!"
The man didn't care. "Do you think my life is good? You cost Mr. Jordan several deals. He cut my face. If you mess up again, I'm dead!"
Bianca started the car, thinking of how to contact someone outside.
The car left Aucester Hospital, heading down the main road and onto the highway.
Bianca bit her lip, kicked off her heels, and used her toes to reach for her phone.
In the MBK International Building's CEO office, Sebastian played with an empty coffee cup, having just finished reading a document. He smirked. "Marc realized he got played faster than I thought."
Dario said, "Boss, Marc won't let this go. With his ruthless style, he'll come after you."
Sebastian curled his lips into a cold smile. "I hope he does. Marc needs to be eradicated."
Sebastian's eyes turned icy as he looked in a certain direction.
Dario added, "Simon and Megan are trying to rally small businesses in Aucester against MBK."
"A bunch of nobodies. Simon's company was just denied a loan. He's trying to raise funds to survive."
Sebastian's eyes sharpened. "What's James up to?"
Dario thought for a moment. "Nothing unusual. He goes to work, plays golf, and sometimes hits the bar. No signs of anything odd."
"Hasn't he visited the prison?" Sebastian tapped the chair with his fingers. His eyes were on a family photo on his desk—the same one on Brian and Quinn's desks—showing a harmonious Kingsley family.
"No, not since Samantha was caught."
Sebastian found James's calmness suspicious. "Keep an eye on him."
"Yes, boss."
"You're dismissed."
Dario left, and Sebastian called Brandon. The call was quickly answered.
Brandon's casual voice came through. "What's up this time? I knew you wouldn't call without a reason."
Sebastian checked the time. "The Mitchell Group has a shipment to Marigoldia next week. I need the details."
Brandon quickly pulled up the information and sent it to Sebastian's email. "It's sent. Is there a problem with the shipment?"
"I'll check."
The large order had surprised Brandon. He didn't expect Sebastian to be so involved.
"You're more concerned about your wife's business than your own."
Sebastian scanned the email. "Don't ship it."
"Why? It's a lot of money. If we don't ship, we'll pay penalties and lose production costs!"
Sebastian typed on his keyboard. "Someone's manipulating this shipment. Sending it could destroy the Mitchell Group. I'll handle the penalties."
"Fuck! Who's behind this?" Brandon was shocked, scrolling through the details but finding nothing.
"Kevin." Sebastian gave no further explanation.
Brandon cursed. "Kevin!"
"Hold the shipment. I'll take care of the rest."
"Alright! Damn, we almost got screwed."
"I have a meeting soon. I'll update you later."
"Got it!"
Brandon hung up, stretched, and went to tell Bianca. But her office was empty.
Weird, where was workaholic Bianca?
His phone rang, Bianca's name on the screen.
He answered, ready to ask, but was met with a shout. "Shut up and listen!"
What the hell? Bianca was in a mood!
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