Chapter 597 You Look Like My Next Girlfriend
By the time Brooklyn got home, it was already 10:30 PM.
She kicked off her high heels, wincing at the ache in her feet. She checked the wound from last time; she'd been careful lately, but with all the walking she did every day, especially tonight in heels, the almost-healed injury seemed to be acting up again.
Carefully avoiding the sore spot, she took a shower, cleaned the wound with alcohol, and applied some ointment.
She hoped a night's rest would help it heal. Tomorrow, she'd have to wear heels again, and twisting an ankle on stage would be a disaster.
Brooklyn walked alone to the study, sat in the chair Sebastian had set up for her, and spread out her script and notes. The spot beside her was empty.
Her heart felt like it had a missing piece.
Tucking her long hair behind her ear, Brooklyn gave herself a small smile. Suddenly, she remembered the photos. She went downstairs, placed one in a frame, and set it neatly to the left of Sebastian's computer.
She poked the face of the handsome man in the photo, murmuring, "Your heart is with me, and I'll take good care of it. Is mine safe with you?"
After an hour of studying, sleepiness crept in. Brooklyn yawned and headed to the bedroom, slipping into the large, empty bed. It felt vast, almost endless.
She reached out; the spot beside her was cold. Brooklyn turned to look at his pillow and finally drifted into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, in Aqua Vista City, Sebastian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the dazzling city lights, reminiscent of the Aurora Global Group's splendor, all wrapped in the night's allure.
"Dario, I've got the license, but we can't inform headquarters just yet."
Dario was so shocked he stood up, gripping his phone tightly, his voice trembling with excitement, "You got it?"
Sebastian took a sip of coffee. He had a lot of documents to go through tonight, and it looked like it would be a sleepless night until dawn. "Yeah, I got it, but the start date needs to be pushed back two weeks. Some procedures have to be followed."
Dario's heart raced, and a layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead. "No matter what, as long as we have it. Mr. Sebastian Kingsley, things aren't looking good for you at the company. Mr. Brian Kingsley has been shifting focus to Mr. Quinn Kingsley in recent meetings, and Mr. Donny Kingsley is running the marketing department with a lot of arrogance."
Sebastian set down his coffee cup, loosened his shirt collar, revealing a well-toned neck and collarbone, and chuckled lazily, "The more arrogant he is, the better. Donny's got no clue about management. Let him screw up the marketing department. If needed, you can give him a hand with that."
Of course, by stirring things up even more.
Dario got the hint, "Alright, I'll handle it."
Sebastian checked his watch, "Pick me up at the airport tomorrow. I need to go over a few things with you on the way."
Dario's eyes widened. "Mr. Kingsley, you're coming back?"
"Just for half a day. And make sure to get a bouquet of camellias."
Dario did a quick mental calculation; tomorrow was the sixteenth, and Brooklyn had a show to record! He realized Sebastian was squeezing in time to come back for Brooklyn!
"Got it!"
After the call, Sebastian settled back down, opened his laptop, and his phone buzzed with a message.
Thinking it was Brooklyn's goodnight text, he quickly picked it up, only to see it was from Catherine, which made his relaxed expression tighten a bit.
Catherine: [Sebastian, now that we have the license, can we discuss other matters?]
Sebastian replied, [Didn't you want to attend a concert? Tomorrow, same time, a session just for you.]
Seeing Sebastian's message, Catherine sat up in bed, eyes wide with disbelief, confirming it several times.
Tomorrow night, they would have a private concert!
Catherine: [Tomorrow night will be wonderful.]
Sebastian's lips curled slightly: [Naturally.]
After sending the message, Sebastian called Bill. With experience serving Sebastian, Bill quickly answered the call.
His response time had improved significantly, and he calmly and clearly asked, "Mr. Kingsley, what can I do for you?"
Sebastian tapped his fingers on the desk, "Check Verdanza's music team's schedule. Have them perform at Aqua Vista City's Grand Theater tomorrow night, but don't sell tickets to the public."
Bill swallowed, "Tomorrow night? Mr. Kingsley, who are you inviting? Should I prepare a guest list?"
Sebastian replied nonchalantly, "No need, just invite Ms. Cooper. Pick her up at eight."
"But Mr. Kingsley, at eight, you should be on a plane..."
"I know."
Bill was a bit confused. "Yes, I'll contact the orchestra right away."
"Good."
His gaze drifted to the endless night outside the window. The rain had just stopped, and the sky was still misty, with no stars visible. Thick clouds covered the sky, but Sebastian was in a good mood.
"Dr. Mitchell, go for it! We're your biggest fans and can't wait to watch the broadcast!"
"Dr. Mitchell, we're excited to see you on TV!"
"My dream girl, just standing in the studio, you're the most beautiful one there!"
Before Brooklyn left, the doctors and nurses in the department gathered around her like she was a celebrity.
"Isn't anyone busy? Got nothing to do? If not, how about helping out in the ER?" Her voice was clear and authoritative, commanding respect without being harsh.
A few nurses stuck out their tongues, "Dr. Mitchell, you're too modest. You're so gorgeous, you should flaunt it more for everyone to admire!"
Brooklyn put away the patient files and grabbed her car keys. "Still hanging around? I can call the ER director and send some help; I'm sure he'd love it."
"No, no, we're heading to the wards."
She hadn't even been on TV yet and already had a fan base. What if she became famous?
Arabella yawned and strolled over, "Brooklyn, there are a lot of fanboys in Libertya..."
Brooklyn gently tapped her head, "Arabella, remember your month of night shifts? Even if you don't, you gotta stick to it."
"I don't remember anything!"
Arriving at the TV station, Brooklyn took the elevator up, her bag in hand. The recording studio was on the fifteenth floor, and the elevator stopped at almost every floor, with people constantly coming in.
At first, a few staff members entered, but after the tenth floor, several popular celebrities joined, including big-name stars.
Brooklyn stood at the back of the elevator, watching the comings and goings of idol stars, her heart racing. Even though she wasn't a fan, the aura of celebrities was undeniable, and she felt a little excited.
Finally, the elevator stopped.
As Brooklyn stepped out, the staff greeted her warmly, taking her bag with a smile, "Dr. Mitchell, please come in. The makeup artist and stylist are ready. The makeup artist will start with you, and for the show, you'll wear a white uniform. Is that okay?"
Brooklyn nodded, "Sure."
Brooklyn was already beautiful, with flawless skin. The makeup artist couldn't stop praising her, "Mrs. Kingsley, your skin is amazing, even better than the stars! Mrs. Kingsley, have you thought about acting? You'd definitely be a hit..."
Makeup artists and stylists were known for their chatter, constantly buzzing with compliments, some genuine, some not.
Brooklyn responded occasionally, keeping her cool.
Within ten minutes, she earned the title of a cool beauty.
After makeup, Brooklyn went over the show's details with the host. The process was straightforward; just follow the outline.
"I'll hit the restroom first, then head to the studio, room 1508, right?"
"Yes, we start in twenty minutes. It's normal to be nervous for your first show, Dr. Mitchell. Just relax, and you'll do great." The host reassured her gently, but Brooklyn wasn't nervous; she genuinely needed to use the restroom.
Afterward, as she exited, drying her hands, she suddenly bumped into a tall figure.
Her forehead throbbed with pain, and Brooklyn looked up in surprise, only to see a face she'd seen countless times on TV—a famous idol!
Tomas Savage, an idol whose influence rivaled that of national leaders.
Their eyes met, and Tomas was taken aback.
The woman before him, slightly shorter, had clear, pure eyes, yet they were captivating.
Unlike the sensuality of female celebrities, her elegance was refined and not vulgar.
The key was, he remembered those eyes deeply, just last night!
Last night's Hello Kitty, last night's white dress, last night's bold rejection!
Wasn't she the Warner family's daughter? Why did she look so much like Sebastian's wife?
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Tomas asked with a smile.
"No problem."
Saying it was fine, Brooklyn stepped past him, but as she moved, he grabbed her arm.
With a swift turn, his unexpected strength pulled Brooklyn in front of him, forcing her to meet his gaze!
"What are you doing? Let go." Brooklyn snapped.
Tomas's smile grew more smug. "Ms. Warner, don't you remember me? I still have your fishbone hairpin. Don't you want it back?"
"You've got the wrong person. I'm not a Warner. Look closely; you should recognize me."
Tomas grinned, studying her beautiful face, his tall figure leaning in, "It's familiar... You look a lot like my next girlfriend."
Brooklyn narrowed her eyes, "Mr. Savage, I'm Sebastian's wife. Can't you tell?"
The so-called national idol was so disappointing, it was shocking!
Tomas wagged his finger, "Mr. Kingsley's wife! Ms. Warner, last night at the masquerade ball, you were clearly Ms. Warner. There are many ways to reject a suitor; why choose such an easily debunked excuse?"
"Mr. Savage, you are really stupid. I have a show to record. Let go, or I'll call the station's reporters over, and we can have a chat."
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