Chapter 391 Mr. Windsor Is About to Take Action
Not long after, Colin's message came through: "Hey, don't stress. I already know what's going on. I'll talk to Sterling, and he'll get someone on it ASAP. Be careful when you're out, and try not to go alone. Hit me up if you need anything."
Seeing Colin's reply, Anna felt a bit of her anxiety ease. She knew that with Colin and Sterling's help, their safety and the peace of their shop were assured.
When Colin saw Anna's message, he had an immediate urge to buy a plane ticket and fly over.
However, after calming down, he realized that it might be more appropriate to let Sterling handle this.
After all, the relationship between Sterling and Bella was complex and delicate. If Sterling took care of it personally, it might make Bella grateful and bring them closer.
So, Colin sent Sterling a detailed text explaining the situation: "Sterling, Anna just told me that Dash has been sending people to smash Bella's shop windows and door for two days straight. Bella reported it to the cops, but the guys are on motorcycles and wearing helmets, so it's tough for the police to catch them. I think it would be best if you handled this. It would show your capability and might even make Bella grateful to you."
At the Windsor Group building, in the CEO's office.
Sterling sat at his desk, fingers lightly tapping the surface, his eyes revealing an undeniable decisiveness. He had received Colin's text but showed no surprise, as he was already aware of what was happening with Bella.
He had always secretly placed informants around Bella to ensure he could keep track of her movements and safety.
Even after losing Lily, his former informant, he continued to closely monitor Bella's life.
This time, the news came through other channels, but it didn't catch him off guard.
Sterling had already arranged for people to handle the situation, but it seemed the threat hadn't been fully eliminated.
Sterling frowned slightly, then picked up his phone and called Owen.
"Owen, it's Sterling," his voice was steady and powerful. "I need you to personally take a team to Bella's place. The goal is to put Dash and Debra behind bars. What they've done has crossed my line."
"Got it, Mr. Windsor," Owen responded respectfully on the other end. "I'll get a team together right away and make sure it's taken care of."
"And one more thing," Sterling added, "Don't let Bella know about this. I don't want her to be affected by this, especially emotionally."
"Understood, Mr. Windsor," Owen replied again. "I'll handle everything discreetly so Mrs. Windsor doesn't notice anything unusual."
After the call, Sterling looked gravely at the office door, then called in his assistant, Sable.
"Sable, cancel all my appointments after the 13th. Delegate all work to the vice president for now," Sterling's voice was calm and resolute, each word carrying an undeniable authority.
Sable was momentarily stunned but quickly regained her professional composure. She nodded and hurried off to make the arrangements. She knew Sterling's schedule was always packed, making him a true workaholic. Canceling all his appointments was undoubtedly an extraordinary decision.
Sable quickly reviewed Sterling's upcoming schedule in her mind, realizing it was packed to the brim, with no end in sight.
"Understood, Mr. Windsor. I'll make the arrangements to ensure all appointments are canceled and the work is delegated to the vice president."
"Oh, and Sable," Sterling called out again, "If any important contracts need handling, contact me immediately. For minor issues, let the vice president handle them."
"Got it, Mr. Windsor," Sable nodded.
Around nine in the evening, the city's hustle and bustle began to fade, and the upscale apartment was quiet. Dash and Debra were sitting at the dining table, enjoying their takeout. The apartment was brightly lit, but there was a tense atmosphere in the air.
Debra nervously nibbled on her fried chicken, her eyes frequently darting to the closed door. Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door, startling her so much that she nearly dropped her chicken.
"Dad, could it be that bitch Bella called the cops? Did they find us?" Debra's voice was filled with fear and anxiety as she looked at Dash, seeking comfort and answers.
Dash was also startled by the knock, his hand trembling slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He put down his utensils, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up to go to the door.
"It's okay, I'll check," Dash said, trying to calm Debra's nerves. He walked to the door and peered through the peephole, but it was too dark to see anything.
Taking a deep breath to steady his heartbeat, Dash opened the door. Standing outside was a stranger holding a document, his expression serious.
"Is this Dash's residence?" the man asked, his voice carrying a hint of authority.
Dash's heart tightened, but he maintained his calm demeanor. "Yeah, that's me," he replied, carefully observing the man's expression and behavior.
The man handed Dash the document, saying, "This is a court summons. Please sign for it. The court has officially filed a case regarding your dispute with Bella, and the hearing is scheduled for next week."
Dash took the summons, his hand trembling slightly. He realized that this situation had escalated beyond simple denial and avoidance.
He glanced back at Debra, who was watching him with fear and anxiety in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, he tried to remain calm and composed.
"I understand. I'll be there," Dash said, then handed the summons to Debra, indicating for her to keep it.
The man nodded and left. Dash closed the door and returned to the table, his mind heavy with worry.
"Dad, what are we going to do?" Debra asked anxiously, looking to Dash for a clear answer.
Dash was silent for a moment, then said, "It's okay. As long as we don't admit to anything, they can't do anything to us. But we need to be prepared for the upcoming trial."
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