Chapter 593 How Could He Not Like It?
When Sebastian brought up helping with the custody battle for his daughter, Peregrine felt a rush of gratitude and kept saying, "Mr. Kingsley, I can't thank you enough for this. Seriously, you and your wife are all kind people ."
Sebastian, on his way to a meeting, kept it brief, "Peregrine, helping you is like helping family. If my wife wants to help, I'm all in."
With that, Sebastian ended the call.
He walked into the conference room, where everyone was already sitting up straight, ready for action.
As soon as Sebastian entered, the whole room stood up, eyes glued to him. Over twenty people were on high alert, knowing that his visit meant either a new project or a performance review. Either way, it was enough to make anyone sweat.
Sebastian's presence commanded respect, and nobody dared to show any sign of discontent.
"Take a seat." With that, everyone sat down, and the meeting kicked off.
Sebastian gave a nod to Bill, who then handed out a stack of documents to everyone. Once they all had a copy, Sebastian leaned forward, scanning the room before speaking. "The papers you have are plans I put together after going over the company's mid-year financials. You've got ten minutes to read them carefully, especially those in finance and procurement. Think about your responses."
The meeting was intense, and Sebastian's presence only added to the pressure.
Bill quietly wiped his brow, thankful he was in charge of the engineering department.
Two hours later, the meeting wrapped up, and Sebastian was the first to leave the room.
The folks inside slumped back into their chairs.
"Mr. Kingsley found so many issues in just two nights. If he stayed here for two weeks, we'd be toast."
"I've always heard Mr. Kingsley is sharp and gets things done. Now I know it's true; I was on edge the whole time."
While the quiet chatter continued inside, Sebastian had already reached the lobby. The shiny floor reflected his poised figure as he glanced back to see Bill trailing behind. "The permits will be ready in a couple of days. You're in charge of the engineering department."
Bill's face went pale, his voice shaky, "Permits? Mr. Kingsley, aren't these permits supposed to be tough to get? How'd they come through so fast?"
Sebastian locked eyes with him, "Fast? Mr. Lawson, you think that's fast?"
Bill quickly shook his head, swallowing hard, "No... that's not what I meant. I mean, Mr. Kingsley, you're really something. Mr. Brian Kingsley's gonna be over the moon."
Sebastian slipped a hand into his suit pocket, turning his gaze back to the dreary weather outside.
"Don't tell my dad until the permits are finalized. Just focus on your tasks."
"Yes, Mr. Kingsley, no worries. I'll get the engineering team together right away."
After sending Bill off, Sebastian checked his watch. It was eleven o'clock. There was something he needed to handle.
Back in his car, Sebastian dialed a number. Someone picked up right away, "Mr. Kingsley, what can I do for you?"
Sebastian tapped the steering wheel, calm and collected, "I need you to tail someone and gather some evidence."
"Sure thing! Who's the target?"
Sebastian's lips curled into a slight smile, his eyes gleaming, "Miguel's woman, Dione. Get proof of her cheating, as detailed as possible, preferably with video."
"Got it, I'll start the investigation right away."
"Good."
Ending the call, Sebastian smirked coldly. Miguel and Marc, like father, like son. One married Susie, who hooked up with everyone, and the other married someone else's wife.
The Jordan family's status and influence in Aqua Vista City were significant, yet their actions were disgraceful.
Sebastian checked the weather app on his phone. Aqua Vista City was forecasted for days of rain, while Aucester was sunny and bright.
He loved sunny weather.
The sixteenth was just three days away.
Quinn sat back in his chair, rubbing his forehead, sounding lazy and annoyed, "What's next on the agenda?"
Whitney opened the schedule, reading it softly, emphasizing the last point. "Oh, and we got an invite to a banquet this morning. You need to be at the Grand Palace Hotel by 7:30 PM. You'll be there as the president of MBK Group, and your outfit's ready."
"Damn it!" Quinn couldn't help but curse after hearing Whitney's rundown. Realizing it was inappropriate, he cleared his throat, "Whitney, you're Sebastian's chief secretary. Tell me, was Sebastian always this swamped every day? I've been talking non-stop since I got here this morning."
Whitney stifled a laugh, responding respectfully, "Mr. Sebastian Kingsley's workload is usually heavier than yours, but he handles things quickly. Plus, he doesn't talk much during meetings."
Quinn was about to take a sip of water, "Doesn't talk? How does he manage situations like today without speaking?"
His throat was dry from all the talking, and it ended in a stalemate.
Whitney explained, "Typically, once Mr. Sebastian Kingsley shares his thoughts, there's no disagreement, and everyone cooperates fully."
"Damn it! I barely said a word, and they tore me apart. It's infuriating! Can we cancel one of the upcoming appointments?"
Whitney handed him the schedule. "Which one would you like to cancel?"
Quinn glanced at it, realizing none could be canceled.
Frustrated, he tossed the schedule onto the table. "If it were Sebastian, what would he do? Which one would he cancel?"
Quinn frowned, feeling overwhelmed. Since becoming president, he hadn't seen Arabella in days and wondered if she'd run off with someone else.
"If it were him, he'd cancel whoever he didn't want to see... or cancel everything."
"Can I cancel the evening banquet?" Quinn asked.
Whitney replied, "I'm afraid not. You can make a brief appearance, but it's the Warner family's first major event in Aucester, and they don't invite just anyone."
"Which Warner family? I didn't know there was a Warner family in Aucester."
Whitney explained, "The Warner family is renowned in the jewelry business, a leader in the collection world, not closely tied to finance. Mr. Warner is low-key and dislikes ostentation. This banquet's theme is charity and fundraising, hosted by Mr. Warner."
"So, I can't cancel?"
"Correct, you must attend."
'Ugh! Being a president is exhausting.' Quinn complained inwardly. Then he gulped down a mouthful of water, forcing a smile, "You can go now. I need a moment to myself."
"Alright."
Quinn slumped back in his chair, feeling drained. This president role that he didn't want it for another minute. 'Sebastian, come back soon!' He thought.
Just then, the office door was knocked twice, rhythmically. From experience, he knew it was Sebastian's assistant, Dario.
Quinn straightened up, flipping open a file, "Come in."
Dario entered, nodding, "Mr. Kingsley, there's a lunch meeting you need to attend."
Quinn fell silent, thinking, 'Damn! I can't take this anymore.'
Brooklyn returned to the office with a clipboard, checked the time, and dialed Benedict's number.
Benedict answered cheerfully, "Brooklyn, I just got to Averlake, and you already miss me?"
Hearing he arrived safely, Brooklyn felt relieved. "I wanted to check if you had any back pain after the long flight."
"How could that be? I'm in great shape. Alright, I'm off to adjust to the time zone and get some sleep!"
And with that, the call ended.
Brooklyn shook her head. Benedict was already uninterested in chatting after just leaving.
Meanwhile, in Averlake, Benedict put down his phone, his expression tense.
What would happen if he handed these things over to the police?
He'd hidden the truth for over twenty years. Was it time for a change?
He sighed deeply, sealing the documents in a manila envelope, affixing a printed address, and dropping the package into a roadside mailbox before removing his gloves.
He hoped his decision was right and that the truth of the decades-old case would finally come to light.
Brooklyn put down her phone, glancing at the calendar, feeling the weight of the upcoming TV show recording.
"Dr. Mitchell, I'm here!" Arabella appeared mysteriously, clutching a clipboard and grinning.
Brooklyn pulled out a chair and sat down. "What's got you so happy?"
"I came to thank you! You helped me revise my thesis, and I passed the blind review! So I'm treating you to dinner! A big meal! After work, come with me, and I'll take you to the best restaurant in Aucester! You'll love it!"
Brooklyn had forgotten about the thesis, "Dinner's not necessary. It was just a small favor."
"No, no, we must! Oh, and we'll need to dress up a bit tonight." Arabella's words grew more mysterious, making Brooklyn hesitant to go.
"Dress up for dinner?"
"You'll see tonight. I promise you won't be disappointed."
Brooklyn brushed her hair back, her expression relaxed, "Tell me now, or I'm not going."
Arabella sighed, "Brooklyn, don't you want a surprise?"
Brooklyn wasn't keen on Arabella's surprises, fearing she'd drop a bombshell instead.
"Are you going to tell me?" Brooklyn added.
Arabella smiled, pleadingly shaking Brooklyn's arm, "Well... my mom's hosting a party, and I have to go. Brooklyn, please come with me, in disguise. I promise to cover all your shifts for a month if you do!"
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