Chapter 563 It's Not Wrong to Take Back What Belongs to You
The deceased looked just like the person in the photo, and their ages matched almost perfectly. All of this convinced Sebastian that they were the same person.
But, Sebastian stared at the photo, looking at the three people in it: Benedict, Alaric, and the currently unidentified person. What kind of connection did they have?
This question lingered in Sebastian's mind like a thick fog, obscuring something. The more he tried to see clearly, the deeper it hid.
Another flash of lightning lit up the sky outside, followed by a thunderous roar. The white light cut through the dark, stormy sky, and the torrential rain pounded the earth, making the windows rattle loudly.
Sebastian's eyes were deep and inscrutable as he stared in one direction, unwavering for a long time.
"Mr. Kingsley?" Dario noticed Sebastian's sudden change in expression and asked anxiously.
Sebastian responded indifferently, then turned his phone over and placed it on the desk. "What time does the board meeting start?"
"At ten-thirty," Dario replied, still worried. "Mr. Kingsley, would you like to rest for a while? I can call you when the meeting starts."
Sebastian shook his head, his long fingers pressed against his forehead, his thick eyebrows furrowed with an emotion no one could decipher. He then said, "Go to the tech department and get me a new computer, top of the line. And make sure it has anti-trojan software installed."
"Yes, Mr. Kingsley."
After Dario left the office, Sebastian still couldn't shake the confusion and turmoil in his heart. Something was silently orchestrating everything; this wasn't a coincidence.
He now knew three of the people in the photo, but two were already dead. The only person left to consult was Benedict.
At that moment, Whitney knocked and entered. "Mr. Kingsley, the board meeting is at ten-thirty. Do you have any instructions?"
"Give me the list."
"Yes, Mr. Kingsley."
Whitney handed Sebastian a printed list.
The text clearly stated: [Quinn, General Manager of the Finance Department.]
It seemed his father was planning to place Quinn on the board. And then what?
Sebastian smirked coldly and crumpled the paper, throwing it forcefully into the trash can.
Quinn joining the board was inevitable, but Brian's actions were clearly aimed at him, trying to limit his power or elevate Quinn to a higher position.
With a deep gaze, Sebastian picked up his pen and signed his name on a document with force.
There were many mysteries surrounding him, too many clouds of doubt, but he could always sense that someone was behind every event.
Who was it? What was their goal?
"Mr. Harrington? Mr. Harrington?" Arabella called Benedict twice, but he seemed deaf, not reacting for a long time. Arabella waved her hand in front of him. "Benedict! What are you thinking about? Zoned out watching TV?"
Benedict snapped back to reality, shifting his gaze from the TV. During lunch, he had seen the news about a rainy day murder on the restaurant's TV, and the deceased and the cause of death had struck a nerve.
"Arabella, what's up?" Benedict's expression quickly returned to normal, but Arabella had clearly seen the surprise on his face.
"Benedict, I should be asking you what's up. I've been sitting across from you for a long time, and you've only been staring at the TV, not even glancing at me. I look better than the person on TV, right? Your eyes were glued to it."
Benedict added a piece of lettuce to his mouth, chewed a few times, and then said, "Arabella, you're so beautiful. It's a shame I didn't appreciate it. What's up, Arabella?"
Arabella pointed at the deceased on the TV with her fork. "Benedict, do you know this person? Your expression just now seemed... quite sad."
Benedict denied it flatly. "How could that be? Arabella, don't joke around. I'm full; I'm going to smoke."
With that, Benedict left the restaurant, his white figure quickly disappearing through the door.
Arabella shrugged and looked at the deceased on the TV, examining the face closely. She tilted her head and stared for a while. Strange, why did she feel like she had seen this person somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where?
Finally, she concluded that it might be a common face, confused by her memory.
Outside, the storm continued with lightning and thunder, the wind howling fiercely.
The powerful gusts swept through the streets, breaking branches off the tall sycamore trees.
The broken branches were scattered on the ground, washed by the rain, and the water flowed into the sewers, which couldn't keep up, quickly flooding the streets.
Benedict sat in the stairwell, holding a cigarette, slowly taking a drag. The smoke gradually dissipated, soon filling the stairwell.
In the end, he couldn't escape death.
If Jake hadn't shown up in time to save him during that car accident, he would have died too. Someone didn't want them to live, and they acted quickly, very quickly.
Benedict took a deep drag and sighed. "Over twenty years, and they still don't want us to have peace? When will it end? When will they stop hunting us down?"
He finished one cigarette and pulled out another, pausing as he held it. He looked at the pack; these cigarettes were a gift from Sebastian, the logo almost a symbol of some status.
'Sebastian...' Benedict pondered the name, then rummaged through his pocket, pulling out an old, non-smartphone that looked like an antique.
He searched for a number, his hand lingering over it for a long time, unable to dial. He sighed deeply, "It's all fate!"
The board meeting was nearing its end. The atmosphere in the conference room was tense, with a sense of impending conflict. The board members exchanged glances, but no one dared to speak.
Brian's sharp eyes scanned the dozens of board members, his cold voice concluding, "The decision to sell the stocks is final. Sebastian and I will each sell five percent of our shares, and you will sell three percent of yours. The proceeds will be used for the next project. Rest assured, the money you invest will be doubled."
Everyone knew that no matter how much money they made, it was just money. Holding MBK stocks would be more secure.
Quinn had no say, completely controlled by Brian, while Sebastian and the other members had no choice but to comply with the chairman's decision. Sebastian knew there was no point in opposing it.
Brian looked at Sebastian with eyes as cold and ruthless as a snake, but there was a hint of fatherly warmth, though it felt distant, like warmth blocked by an icy barrier.
"Sebastian, you're the CEO of the company. I hope you can set an example. You're also my son, and I hope you can cooperate with my plan."
Sebastian's thin lips curled into a faint smile. "Of course."
"Good. Since there are no objections, this will be implemented starting today. Meeting adjourned."
As the meeting ended, Sebastian was the first to leave the conference room, not bothering to see anyone's reaction, especially Brian's.
Quinn followed him, calling out, "Sebastian."
Sebastian didn't slow down, his voice controlled and calm. "What?"
"Sebastian, Dad's decision today was for the entire board. He sold a lot of his shares, too, so don't be mad at him. I'll talk to him later."
Sebastian turned to look at Quinn, seeing his innocence. Quinn's eyes hadn't yet developed the cutthroat mentality of the business world. He still held onto the hope that everyone could coexist peacefully, but he was wrong.
He had been pushed into the spotlight.
"Quinn, how many shares do you have now?"
Quinn gave a number, a small percentage, but if he acquired all the shares sold by the board members today, it would be significant.
Quinn hadn't realized that Brian's elaborate plan was to give Quinn a foothold on the board.
Sebastian thought of the timid boy who used to follow him, of Brian's loving gaze when he held him. He knew that this son, nurtured by Brian for years, was meant to become a threat to him, perhaps even...
"Sebastian, my shares are few. I'm just showing my face at the board. Dad said I'm still young, and he's giving me some shares to practice. He didn't expect me to do anything big."
Sebastian felt a mix of helplessness and regret for Quinn's simplicity. "You're not that young anymore. You'll grow quickly."
Seeing the complex emotions in Sebastian's eyes, Quinn felt uneasy and asked, "Sebastian, I won't threaten your position. Don't worry, even if Dad wants me to... I won't do it!"
"Quinn..." Sebastian called his name, then slowed his tone. At that moment, he seemed to return to the past, the white-clad youth caring for the eight-year-old boy as a brother.
Now, Sebastian's eyes held that same concern. He spoke slowly, "Do you remember what I said back then? Taking back what's yours isn't wrong."
Quinn didn't understand. "Sebastian, these are yours. They belong to you, so of course, you should take them back."
"Really?" Sebastian's voice lingered, filled with meaning.
Thunder roared, lightning flashed outside, and the rain showed no sign of letting up.
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