Chapter 403 Requesting External Assistance
Gabriel sat at the doorway, his face pale, watching the chaos as people loaded Wendy into the ambulance. It felt like he was in a different world.
Was he heartbroken?
Not really.
He was more shocked than anything.
Shocked that Wendy's hatred for Natalie had escalated to the point of attempted murder.
And his past indifference had only fueled the fire.
Brad finished his tasks and turned to see Gabriel sitting motionless in his wheelchair, his expression dark.
Despite his injuries, the cold aura and authority he exuded were undiminished.
Brad approached cautiously, his concern tinged with fear.
"Mr. Kensington, don't worry. The doctor said it's just blood loss. She's not in any real danger."
Gabriel remained silent, his eyes growing darker and more unreadable.
He tapped the edge of his wheelchair, his voice cold and detached.
"Send Julia abroad. She's fired and she's not to return. As for my mother."
His voice was devoid of warmth, laced with a chilling edge.
"Once she recovers, send her to a nursing home. She's not to leave without my permission."
Brad's eyes widened in shock, his pupils contracting sharply.
He understood exactly what this meant.
If he hadn't heard about this from the bodyguards assigned to protect them, he would have been utterly stunned.
But if it were for Natalie, it made sense.
Gabriel's willingness to go this far showed just how deep his feelings ran.
Brad quickly nodded. "Yes, Mr. Kensington."
After a moment of tense silence, Brad cautiously looked up at him.
"Mr. Kensington, Ms. Clark won't be coming back, will she?"
Gabriel's expression tightened slightly.
Wasn't that his fear?
If Natalie left, he might never get another chance to be close to her.
"Why don't you call her and ask what she'd like for dinner? I can have it prepared and sent over," Brad suggested.
Gabriel's eyes flickered, the coldness in them gradually fading as he looked at Brad.
"Looking for a raise?"
Otherwise, he wouldn't usually dare to meddle this much.
Brad chuckled. "Mr. Kensington, if you want to pursue Ms. Clark, you might need some help. She has bodyguards; we could use some outside assistance, too."
Gabriel's expression darkened. "Get to the point."
"My cousin used to be in upper management, but he recently started a matchmaking agency. He's got a silver tongue, can charm anyone, and is known as a love expert. If you're willing, Mr. Kensington, maybe give him a try?"
Gabriel's face visibly darkened.
A matchmaking agency?
As the CEO of Kensington Group, he needed help from someone like that?
The very idea was laughable.
Seeing Gabriel's displeasure, Brad forced a smile. He didn't want to get fired for suggesting this.
"Mr. Kensington, if you're not interested, forget it. I just mentioned it because he asked me to. He claims he can win Ms. Clark back for you, but I don't think he's reliable."
Brad said, pushing Gabriel's wheelchair into the elevator.
Gabriel suddenly spoke. "Bring him here."
"What?" Brad thought he had misheard.
Gabriel's eyes were cold and sharp as he glanced at Brad.
"If he fails, you're out too."
Brad shivered. He was now tied to his unreliable cousin's fate.
"His identity must remain secret, especially from Natalie. Have him come here as a butler, immediately."
With that, Gabriel wheeled himself into his study.
A few seconds later, Brad realized Gabriel had agreed.
It was clear he was desperate.
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