Chapter 567 Want to Borrow Money? I Don't Have Any
Sebastian gave Brooklyn a quick, casual kiss before they both sat down to start breakfast.
"Hey, why didn't you drive the Rolls-Royce yesterday? I know you're a bit of a neat freak, but I didn't think it was this bad. Just because my teacher drove it once, you don't want it anymore?" Brooklyn spoke with a fork in her mouth, taking a bite before reaching for another piece of meat.
As she did, Sebastian's fork also reached for the same piece, and their utensils clashed briefly in a playful duel.
Sebastian's strength easily outmatched Brooklyn's, and he swiftly claimed the meat for himself.
Brooklyn just smiled and reached for another piece, but before she could, Sebastian placed the meat he had taken onto her plate.
He smiled, his face glowing charmingly in the morning light.
Brooklyn was momentarily mesmerized, then quickly snapped out of it and started eating the meat.
"It's not just about being a neat freak. That car's staying in the garage for now; I don't plan on using it."
Sebastian was still uneasy, associating the car with the bomb incident and not wanting to drive it.
"Not using it? At least explain why. That car is custom-made, and besides the cost, it has bulletproof glass and body. It's the safest option for you, especially since you're a big deal in Aucester. Safety first."
Sebastian's long fingers paused over a piece of fresh green vegetable, his lips curving into a smile as he listened to Brooklyn's concerned words.
Her voice, her nagging, her reminders—they were all so endearing to him.
"Alright, I'll take that car to the office today. Darling, you've talked so much, you must be thirsty. Have some soup to soothe your throat. Here, let me switch our bowls." Sebastian picked up his bowl of soup, walked over to Brooklyn, and swapped it with hers.
Brooklyn glanced at the soup he brought over. "Is there a difference? Our soup was served together. If yours isn't hot, mine shouldn't be either."
Sebastian returned to his seat, pointing at her bowl. "It's different. Haven't you heard? I emit a cooling aura. Things near me cool down faster."
"Haha! Sebastian, your jokes are getting colder. Alright, I'll drink your soup. Just stopping your cold jokes; I need to get to work."
Sebastian stopped joking. "I've set up your computer in the study. From now on, do your work there instead of lounging on the living room sofa. As a doctor, you should know that poor posture can lead to spinal issues."
Brooklyn swallowed a mouthful of warm soup and nodded. "Alright! But the best spot in your study is your desk. Where exactly did you set me up, honey?"
"Right next to me."
Brooklyn paused, imagining the setup. Sebastian's desk was curved, with three monitors on the right side and a laptop below.
The left side, previously cluttered with files, was now presumably cleared for her.
After breakfast, Sebastian didn't drive himself but had Owen pick him up. Brooklyn thought it was too much to have him drop her off, and it would waste time, so she drove herself to the hospital.
Their cars left the villa, with the high-bodied Rolls-Royce leading and the sleek Maybach following behind.
From the back seat, Sebastian could see Brooklyn's car in the rearview mirror. "I'll be at the office this morning. I need to step out around noon."
"Understood."
"Give me today's newspaper."
"Yes."
Sebastian flipped to the financial section, unsurprised to see more negative press about the Turner Group. Lawrence and Megan had called an emergency board meeting to discuss finding a buyer for the company.
Everything was proceeding as Sebastian had planned. The Turner Group would likely hit rock bottom within ten days, leading major shareholders to sell off their stocks, causing the company to be unable to handle its massive debts and forcing a sale.
Lawrence was probably already looking for buyers.
Sebastian smiled, dialing a number on his phone. After a few rings, Peregrine answered. "Mr. Kingsley, what can I do for you?"
Sebastian leaned back in his seat, his long legs crossed elegantly. "Mr. Holloway, the Turner Group is facing a financial crisis. I suspect Lawrence is secretly moving his personal assets. Check his accounts, and Megan's too."
"Yes. If they're overseas accounts, it might take about twenty-four hours. I'll expedite it."
"Good. Let me know once you have the information."
"Will do, Mr. Kingsley."
Sebastian hung up, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the leather seat, exuding confidence.
The car soon arrived at the MBK International Building. Sebastian got out, greeted by employees who respectfully said, "Good morning, Mr. Kingsley."
Sebastian's polished shoes clicked on the steps as he checked his watch. Ten minutes until the stock market opened. He was eager to see the Turner Group's performance, and of course, MBK's.
"Sebastian."
As the VIP elevator doors opened, a steady voice called from behind. It was Brian.
Sebastian's expression remained neutral as he respectfully greeted, "Morning, Dad."
Brian nodded. "Start working on what I asked you to do tomorrow. Prepare to leave; the project can't be delayed."
"Got it," Sebastian replied without hesitation.
Brian entered the elevator, looking at Sebastian. "Aren't you coming up?"
Sebastian bowed slightly. "You first, Dad."
Brian's eyes narrowed, and he exhaled sharply, pressing the button for the top floor.
The elevator ascended, and Brian's figure disappeared. Sebastian stood tall, watching.
Two receptionists whispered, "Mr. Sebastian Kingsley is so well-mannered, letting Mr. Brian Kingsley go first."
"That's why they say upbringing in wealthy families is top-notch. Mr. Sebastian Kingsley's charm is undeniable."
Yancy and other executives arrived, some returning from outside, others from side entrances, seemingly having just finished some tasks.
"Yancy." Sebastian's deep voice called out, and Yancy approached with documents in hand. "Mr. Kingsley, what can I do for you?"
"My dad doesn't seem to be in great shape lately. Remind him to rest and not overwork."
"Yes, I'll let Mr. Brian Kingsley know." Yancy glanced at Sebastian, who seemed the same as usual but somehow different.
Pondering, the elevator arrived. Sebastian entered, and as it ascended, he could see the entire building, feeling the power of being on top.
"Mr. Kingsley."
"Mr. Kingsley, here's the international mail that arrived this morning."
"Mr. Kingsley, your schedule for today."
"Mr. Kingsley, the meeting materials for today, please review them..."
As Sebastian reached his office, his secretaries and assistants presented the day's work in their usual efficient manner.
Entering his office, Sebastian turned on his computer.
Whitney brought in a cup of coffee. "Mr. Kingsley, you have a private meeting at ten, a marketing meeting at eleven-thirty, and from twelve to twelve-thirty..."
Sebastian sipped his coffee. "Reschedule everything from twelve to three. If it can't be rescheduled, move it to tomorrow."
"Yes." Whitney left, and Sebastian turned back to his computer as the stock market opened.
The Turner Group's stock plummeted again. Watching the green line drop, Sebastian smirked. Lawrence was doomed, no matter what he tried.
Just then, Sebastian's phone rang.
Seeing the number, he set down his coffee, his smile deepening. "Mr. Turner, long time no see."
"Mr. Kingsley, I know I shouldn't be calling, but I don't know who else to turn to. Mr. Kingsley, please save the Turner Group. I need funds urgently. My bank loans have maxed out. If this continues, the Turner Group will..."
"Mr. Turner, in this situation, shouldn't you ask your good son-in-law for help? As far as I know, he's doing quite well." Sebastian sneered.
Lawrence wiped his cold sweat, his voice strained. "Mr. Kingsley, you know the situation. Please don't joke. I'm truly desperate. Mr. Kingsley, can you help me one more time?"
"Mr. Turner, how do you want me to help? A loan? Sorry, Mr. Turner, I don't have any."
Lawrence was momentarily speechless, struggling to respond. "Mr. Kingsley, please don't joke. If you don't have money, who in Aucester does?"
Sebastian chuckled, his tone light and confident. "I do have money, but it's all set to buy the Turner Group. Do you think I have spare cash to lend you?"
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