Chapter 585 Showing Off
Dashiell's tough words left Otto visibly stunned for a few seconds.
He never thought Dashiell would come at him like that.
But Dashiell didn't give Otto much time to process. He kept going, "All the charity stuff Everhart Bank does is by the book. No one's lining their pockets. If you have any doubts, go ahead and file a complaint. But if you keep causing trouble and hurting Everhart Bank's rep, we'll take legal action!"
"You're threatening us!" Otto shot back, trying to sound brave.
"It's not a threat, just trying to sort this out with everyone," Dashiell, despite his age, showed no fear in front of the crowd. "I'm inviting you all to the VIP room for a chat to clear things up. If you keep pushing, we'll defend Everhart Bank's rights in court."
Everyone just stared at Dashiell, dumbfounded.
Otto started to realize things might get serious and hesitated.
When he got the call from Sebastian, the plan was just to stir up some trouble at Everhart Bank and get the media's attention.
Now, Otto was clearly stuck.
The others looked around, just as confused.
"I'll give you time to think," Dashiell said, stepping back a bit. "I'll be in the VIP room. If you want to sort this out calmly, come see me in half an hour. If not, see you in court."
With that, Dashiell turned and walked away, looking like he had everything under control.
Seraphina saw Dashiell in a new light.
She usually came off as strong, but when real problems hit, she was pretty timid.
Dashiell, on the other hand, was the opposite.
He seemed ordinary but was rock-solid when it mattered.
These thoughts ran silently through Seraphina's mind as she followed closely behind Dashiell.
In the VIP room, Dashiell had his driver bring in his computer. He sat in the center, continuing his work like nothing had happened.
Seraphina was really impressed by Dashiell's calmness.
How could he stay so cool and collected?
Why did Dashiell suddenly seem so distant and unfamiliar?
Seraphina quickly shook her head, not wanting to admit she was starting to admire Dashiell.
In the quiet room, Dashiell's phone rang.
He glanced at it, picked it up, and walked to the side.
Seraphina frowned.
Dashiell seemed to be avoiding her now.
Was it Lucy calling?
Seraphina tried to push the thought away, but it just made her more upset.
"Cecilia," Dashiell answered the call.
"Looks like Everhart Bank's in some trouble," Cecilia said.
"Yeah."
"Who's behind it?"
"Sebastian," Dashiell didn't hide it from Cecilia, which was why he took the call away from Seraphina.
He didn't want Seraphina to know.
Cecilia had expected this and nodded, "Sebastian's digging his own grave."
"Exactly, it's forcing him to bring out his shares," Dashiell said nonchalantly, as if the current mess wasn't really bothering him.
"Need my help?" Cecilia asked.
"Nah," Dashiell replied, "Just keep an eye on Alaric."
"I heard you made some big promises at Everhart Bank, but it looks like things are getting complicated."
"It's not complicated," Dashiell said confidently, "Just a few hiccups causing a delay."
Such confidence.
"I'll let you know if I need anything," Dashiell changed his tone, showing Cecilia some respect.
Cecilia chuckled, "I wonder what kind of big shots I've gotten mixed up with!"
From Alaric to Dashiell and even Cassius, none of them seemed ordinary.
"Don't worry, we're not the bad guys," Dashiell smiled, his interactions with Cecilia always felt easy.
Seraphina watched Dashiell's smile from a distance.
She felt like that smile would never be for her again.
"Not exactly saints either," Cecilia blurted out.
As soon as she said it, she realized it was something Alaric had told her the night before their wedding in her past life, saying he wasn't a good person either.
Dashiell paused, then smiled, "Whether we're good or bad, let Dashiell show you."
Cecilia didn't push it further.
By now, having come this far with Alaric, she had let go of many things.
After all, the Kingsley family had faced their own harsh revenge, and there was no need for her to dwell on past pains.
She said, "I'll be watching."
Watching for the day they reveal their true selves.
"Let's drop it," Dashiell said, noticing someone entering the VIP room.
He knew these troublemakers would show up.
They were just regular folks, stirred up to seek benefits, not wanting to end up in jail, so they were naturally scared by his threats.
"I'm handling some stuff right now, let's talk later."
"Bye." Hanging up the phone, Cecilia walked in from the balcony.
Alaric, post-surgery, lay on the hospital bed, kept going by nutritional fluids and liquid food. He looked even thinner than when he first got out of prison.
She really wished she could transfer some of her weight to Alaric.
"What did Dashiell say?" Alaric asked.
"He said he could handle it."
"Okay," Alaric nodded.
He seemed to trust that Dashiell could handle it, so he didn't ask more.
Cecilia walked to Alaric's side, leaning close to him affectionately.
She didn't dare put her full weight on him, fearing she might crush his frail body.
She murmured, "Should we tell your family?"
"No need," Alaric said, "It's just a minor surgery, I'll be out in a few days."
"Minor surgery? You've gotten so thin!"
Alaric looked at Cecilia.
Cecilia licked her lips and quickly said, "Thin but still handsome."
Alaric didn't mind and explained, "I don't want them to worry about me."
"Alaric, I always feel like your relationship with the Whitaker family..." Cecilia struggled to find the right words.
It always felt like they were close yet distant, not quite like a typical family relationship.
But then again, the Whitaker family treated Alaric remarkably well, just like their own child.
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