Chapter 520
Edwin found himself sincerely impressed by Christina. A wedding between her and Dylan might be on the horizon.
“Oh?” Dylan set the papers aside and leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. His long fingers drummed lightly against the armrest, calm and calculating.
“There’s a recording spreading online,” Edwin said, standing across from him with a grim look. “Brendon promised Miss Jones a divorce settlement, but then turned around and denied it. He wanted her to walk away with absolutely nothing.”
“That’s not all,” Edwin added. “The Dawson Group’s stock price nosedived after the audio went public. Someone seized the moment and started buying up their shares aggressively. The Dawson Group has taken a huge hit. Honestly, it looks like the Dawson Group is on the verge of going bankrupt.”
Edwin played the recording and then muttered in disgust, “Honestly, Brendon’s behavior is appalling. That man has no shame. The compensation he offered wasn’t generous in the first place, and now he’s trying to claw that back? With integrity that low, I doubt anyone in the industry will want to work with the Dawson Group again.”
Then, lowering his voice, Edwin leaned in slightly, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. “Mr. Scott, was it Miss Jones who struck back at the Dawson Group? Or was it you?”
Dylan lifted his eyes. One cold stare was all it took.
Edwin backed off immediately. “Right—never mind. I said too much. My mouth runs faster than my brain, ha-ha… Zipped!” He dragged an imaginary zipper across his mouth.
If Dylan had orchestrated the Dawson Group’s downfall, the Dawson Group would have already been a ghost. No chances. No second wind. Yet, the attack on the Dawson Group so far had been merciful. That was why Edwin believed it had to be Christina. If Dylan had truly stepped in, the Dawson Group wouldn’t have been left with even a thread to cling to.
“Ensure no one extends a hand to the Dawson family,” Dylan said at last, his tone firm. “Beyond that, don’t get involved.”
“Mm-hmm!” Edwin nodded quickly, still keeping his lips pressed tightly together.
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“You may go,” Dylan said with a wave of his hand.
Edwin gave another exaggerated nod—still not daring to speak—and all but hurried out of the room.
Once the door clicked shut behind Edwin, Dylan’s eyes drifted to his phone. He hesitated for a moment, then tapped the screen and dialed Christina.
The line connected after two rings. But before Dylan could say a word, a loud crash sounded on the other end. His expression changed instantly. “Christina!” he shouted, shooting up from his chair, brows knitting in concern.
Christina began to speak, but the line abruptly went dead.
Dylan’s face darkened. He immediately tried to call her back, but her phone was already off. Without wasting a second, he dialed Edwin. “Get the car ready. Now. And find out where Christina is.”
“On it!” Edwin replied, already moving.
Moments later, as Dylan stepped into the car, Edwin updated him from the front seat. “Mr. Scott, we’ve tracked Miss Jones. She’s at the hospital—looks like she’s in Bethel’s room.”
“Step on it,” Dylan ordered, his voice cold and tight.