After dropping these two girls ho, he didn’t rush to the hospital. Jocelyn’s scratched car was still parked by the roadside, so Ian helped her get it to the 4S dealership.
Even though it was her responsibility, he didn’t ask her for compensation nor did he let her say "thank you."
This made Jocelyn feel uneasy, but her primary task now was to counsel Cecilia Dunn.
At ten in the morning, at a high-end club in Riventhal.
The Lamborghini parked steadily on the lawn, and Jerry Garcia stepped out from the driver’s seat, respectfully opening the back seat door.
Justin Kingston stepped down with his long legs. In the sunlight, his deeply carved features exuded a touch of majesty; the slightly pressed lips beneath his high nose bridge were deadly seductive.
Although he was already 38 years old, he always carried the charm of a mature man, with an inherent charisma. A few people greeted him, "Hello, CEO Kingston!"
He walked towards the clubhouse.
He wasn’t here today to negotiate a partnership, so Justin Kingston had his hands in his pockets as he walked in, with everyone feeling a chill.
Jerry Garcia held several top-secret file folders, seriously following behind CEO Kingston.
Passing through the corridor, in a spacious, retro-style lounge, dark red carved carpet covered the room, evoking a sense of high-end grandeur.
Two middle-aged n stood in front of the sofa, occasionally glancing towards the door, their mood slightly anxious.
They were "invited" here and both had a bad premonition.
Soon, footsteps approached, and Justin Kingston and the others appeared at the door.
Clearly, Justin Kingston was younger than these two n, yet his presence was undeniable, and they instinctively clutched their hearts, "CEO Kingston."
"Sit." Justin Kingston entered, his expression gentle, glanced at them, and sat down on the sofa.
Leo Lee and Quinn Miller took seats on the opposite sofa.
Justin Kingston simply gestured, and Jerry Garcia took out two sets of docunts, gently placed them on the coffee table in front of them.
The two n exchanged a puzzled look, picked up the docunts from the coffee table, and after reading only three lines, their expressions changed.
Justin Kingston leaned back on the chair, elegantly crossed his legs, stared at them, and softly spoke, "These are your cris, detailed one by one. Do you admit them?"
The level of detail on the ti, place, and content made the two n’s chests tighten. They understood that CEO Kingston had gone to great lengths to investigate them thoroughly.
In the vast room, the silence was palpable.
"CEO Kingston." Leo Lee was very confused, raised his gaze to him, and seriously asked, "Why did you investigate us? I rember... we don’t have any grudges."
Justin Kingston wouldn’t divulge too much. These two were the ones who targeted Trevor years ago, while Trevor’s identity was temporarily concealed.
Their ambitions were obvious.
"Do you confess?" Justin Kingston didn’t answer their confusion, his lips parted lightly, "Even the lightest cri here warrants ten years, the worst leads to death penalty."
"Confess." The man shivered and smiled bitterly, "Since CEO Kingston can lay it out, it proves you’ve got more than enough detailed evidence."
Smart.
"Very well." Justin Kingston took another file folder from Jerry Garcia, extracted two equity transfer docunts, and personally handed them over, "Sign them then, no need for more talk."
They took a look; it was to transfer 10% of their shares to David Dalton!
Both of them raised their gaze in astonishnt, looking at Justin Kingston! Internally, they resisted.
Justin Kingston remained calm, confident they’d sign today, regardless.
"CEO Kingston... If I transfer shares to David Dalton, can you spare our lives?" A person’s survival instinct is always strong.
Justin Kingston’s cold and deep eyes carried a hint of examination, "You’re negotiating with ? Worthy?"
"..." The man’s chest contracted, he quickly retracted his gaze.
Jerry Garcia began handing the pen, the man hesitated for a few seconds, but left without options, he took the pen from Jerry Garcia.
Without even looking at the transfer agreents, they signed their nas where required.
Both transferred their shares.
At that mont, several police officers entered through the doorway, the two n’s faces changed slightly, many of their power struggles were halted, and the rest of their lives would be spent in prison.
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