Chapter 598 Do You Dare to Provoke My Wife?
A pair of eyes, sharp and cold yet masked by a detached demeanor, glanced at Tomas, the uninvited guest, with a touch of mockery.
You had to admit, Tomas was quite the looker, even more so than on TV. But still, he couldn't hold a candle to her husband!
Hearing Brooklyn's words, Tomas didn't push further. Yet, he asked again, "Last night, I saw someone in a mask and a white dress on stage. Are you sure you're not the Warner family's daughter?"
Brooklyn wanted to roll her eyes. Every year, there seemed to be more and more people with low IQs.
"Mr. Savage, ever heard of a costume change? Is it really that hard to get?" Brooklyn said.
With a graceful lift of her eyes, the subtle scent of camellia in the air, Brooklyn's beauty was even more striking and captivating.
Tomas was momentarily dazed. He had seen many women in the entertainment industry, but none with such a commanding presence that made him want to submit. She was the first.
"Okay, maybe I got the wrong person. But how about dinner after your show? My treat!"
Brooklyn had little patience for men who approached her so casually. She raised her hand, showing off her wedding ring right in front of him. "Mr. Savage, recognize this ring? It's unique, belonging only to Mrs. Kingsley. Enjoy your dinner alone."
The flash of diamonds caught Tomas's eye, and he immediately recognized the ring that was the talk of the luxury circles, bought by Sebastian at a hefty price.
"So, you really are Mr. Kingsley's wife. You're definitely different from other women. But... Mrs. Kingsley, is dinner after the show really too much to ask?"
Why was he so obsessed with dinner?
Brooklyn glanced at the time; there were ten minutes before the show started. "Sorry, Mr. Savage, that request is a bit much."
With that, Brooklyn turned to leave. Her high heels were a bit too high, and she accidentally brushed against a sore spot, almost letting out a pained grunt.
Tomas watched her walk away, a hand in his pocket, smiling slightly.
She was indeed a special woman. If it were any other woman, he might have tried to pursue her. But Brooklyn was Sebastian's woman.
Tomas smiled mysteriously.
Inside the studio, it was quiet. The host was already seated on a high stool, script in hand, waiting with a gentle smile. Brooklyn entered, her heels clicking crisply on the floor.
"Sorry, I'm a bit late." She smiled gracefully, her demeanor elegant and composed.
"No worries, you're right on time, Dr. Mitchell. Please, have a seat. No need to be nervous; it's not live, and we can edit later. If there's anything you're not happy with, our post-production team will fix it."
Brooklyn nodded. Post-production fixes meant lighting, beauty filters, and other enhancements. Anyone could look like a star with the right editing.
Ten minutes later, the recording officially began.
At Aucester Airport, Sebastian, in a sharp black tailored suit, walked out of the airport. His long legs moved swiftly, eyes fixed on Dario waiting outside. In no time, he was in the car.
Back in Aucester, the displeasure from Aqua Vista City faded away. The warm afternoon sun gently bathed him, lifting the gloom from his heart.
Such good weather naturally improved his mood.
Dario opened the car door, bowing respectfully. "Mr. Kingsley, please."
Sebastian got in. "Straight to the TV station."
"Yes, Mr. Kingsley."
The black Rolls-Royce started, cutting a sharp line down the wide airport road, heading towards the sun.
Sebastian checked the time. Even though he caught the earliest flight after his meeting, he was still a bit late for his wife's show. His brow furrowed slightly. "Two things, listen carefully. There's been some financial mismanagement at MBK's Aqua Vista City branch. Someone's trying to pin it on me. I've had the accounts cleared, but I'll shift the discrepancy to MBK's marketing department. Remind Quinn to look into it at the right time."
Dario nodded. "Mr. Sebastian Kingsley, you want Mr. Donny Kingsley to take the fall?"
Sebastian leaned back, his long legs naturally crossed, polished shoes gleaming. "There's no such thing as a free lunch. Donny thinks I'm easy to push around."
Dario understood. "Alright, I'll remind Mr. Quinn Kingsley. But won't Mr. Brian Kingsley investigate?"
Sebastian smirked. "Investigate? He better not. Not investigating means he's covering up, abusing his power. The board isn't stupid."
Dario's eyes widened slightly.
Sebastian pulled a document from his briefcase, placing it on the seat beside him. "This is the Averlake branch project proposal. Give it to Brian."
Dario was puzzled. "Mr. Kingsley, aren't you overseeing this?"
"Times change. It needs to serve a bigger purpose now."
Dario didn't quite grasp Sebastian's plan, but he knew better than to question it. "Alright, Mr. Kingsley, when will you be back? I'm a bit concerned about the board meeting..."
Sebastian gave a confident smile, his reflection in the car's rearview mirror radiating authority. "No need to rush. Once you wrap up these tasks, someone else will be scrambling."
If they pushed him out, they'd have to invite him back.
The car pulled up to the TV station. Dario opened the door for Sebastian, then went to the trunk and retrieved a large bouquet of camellias.
White and pink, the elegant flowers exuded a fragrance, all ninety-nine of them, beautifully arranged.
Sebastian held the bouquet, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He wondered how Brooklyn would react when she saw them.
Meanwhile, Brooklyn's show was halfway through. During a break for makeup touch-ups, the makeup artist carefully applied light makeup to Brooklyn and the host, enhancing their beauty.
"Dr. Mitchell, your skin is amazing. I've seen many celebrities, but none with skin as good as yours. We're halfway through the show, and your complexion is still glowing."
Brooklyn smiled slightly, accustomed to such compliments. "Can we continue?"
"Of course, we'll start right away."
Sebastian, holding the flowers, stood outside the studio door. His tall figure cast a shadow, one hand in his pocket. He finally saw Brooklyn's radiant figure inside.
Under the spotlight, facing the camera, her elegant face sometimes smiled, sometimes pondered, sometimes listened silently to the host's questions, and sometimes answered with a smile.
Every expression, every movement, was captivating.
"Thank you for watching tonight's show. Thank you, Dr. Mitchell, for sharing with us. That's all for today. See you next week."
Brooklyn nodded with a smile. "Thank you, host. I wish everyone a healthy heart."
Taking a deep breath, it was finally over. Outwardly calm, her heart was racing, fooling others but not herself.
The host politely thanked her, and Brooklyn took a sip of coffee. "Can I rest here for a bit?"
"Of course, of course!"
The host left through a side door, and as soon as he did, a tall figure in white entered.
"Dr. Mitchell, I think there's something wrong with my heart. Can you take a look?"
Sebastian's eyes darkened, about to step forward when he encountered an unexpected guest, pausing for a moment.
Brooklyn's face tightened. "You again?"
Tomas, still wearing makeup from his interview, pulled up a chair with a grin. "Dr. Mitchell, my heart's racing. Think it's arrhythmia? Do I need to take off my shirt to check?"
He actually started unbuttoning his shirt. Brooklyn's eyes narrowed sharply. "Mr. Savage, if you need a heart check, please make an appointment at a hospital. I don't do private consultations."
"Dr. Mitchell, aren't doctors supposed to save lives? I really need your help right now. Listen to my heartbeat, it's really fast."
Sebastian's expression darkened.
"Is your heart really racing?"
Suddenly, a commanding voice cut through the air, followed by a cold, imposing figure. Sebastian's tall, lean frame blocked out the light as he entered.
His overwhelming presence shattered the earlier tension.
Tomas turned around, eyes widening in shock. "Mr. Kingsley..."
Brooklyn looked up at the sound, meeting Sebastian's gaze.
Sebastian strode to the front, his free hand reaching out to grab Tomas's wrist with precision, squeezing tightly.
Tomas winced in pain. "Mr. Kingsley."
Sebastian snorted. "I can check for heart problems too."
With that, he yanked Tomas up from the chair, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground echoing!
Tomas was thrown to the floor with one hand!
Brooklyn remained silent.
"Mr. Kingsley... I... I just wanted your wife to check my health. You..." Tomas clutched his wrist, face pale with pain.
Sebastian elegantly withdrew his hand, eyes flashing with a deadly intent. "I'm just reminding you, your heart isn't worthy of my wife's attention."
Brooklyn stayed silent.
Tomas struggled to stand, face grim. "I didn't mean anything by it. Mr. Kingsley, don't misunderstand."
Sebastian looked down at Tomas, slightly shorter than himself. This guy seemed to be an artist signed with Eagle Entertainment, and MBK was considering him for their next product endorsement.
"I heard MBK wants you for an endorsement. Maybe I misunderstood. So, Mr. Savage, you don't need to attend MBK's product launch. Your endorsement is canceled."
Tomas stared at Sebastian, dumbfounded. "Mr. Kingsley, I'll apologize to Mrs. Kingsley right away. I only admire her talent, nothing else, really."
Sebastian impatiently glanced at Tomas. "Either wait to be blacklisted or leave now. Your choice."
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