My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 120

The manager’s breathing turned shallow.

"Y-Yes, my lord. They’ve been thriving under your influence. Their projects, their expansions... all of it has been funded by GSK Group."

His hands felt clammy.

"They’re one of the strongest Tier 3 families," he quickly added, desperate to show his knowledge. "They may not be Tier 1 yet, but they’re among the best in Tier 3. We’ve contributed heavily—at least Six to Ten billion dollars in donations alone in their company."

Lord George paused for a moment, his silence sending an eerie chill through the manager’s bones.

Then, his next words shattered the ground beneath him.

"I want everything withdrawn."

Immediately the manager’s heart plummeted into his stomach.

Lord George Kaden leaned back in his seat, his gaze piercing through the quivering manager before him. His voice was calm, yet razor-sharp, slicing through the room like a blade.

"Withdraw everything."

The words hung in the air, suffocating the manager like an iron grip. Sweat trickled down the man’s temple. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"M-My Lord... If we withdraw everything... all our investments... S-Sebastian’s family—"

Lord George Kaden’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it.

"They will go bankrupt."

The manager’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His lips trembled, knowing there was no way out of this.

"Yes, My Lord... I-It will ruin them."

Lord George shattered the illusion of hope with a single glare.

"Are you that dumb?" His tone dropped, lethal and merciless. "Do you think I don’t know that already?"

The weight of his words made the manager’s knees weak. He had seen Lord George Kaden’s power firsthand, but this... this was absolute destruction.

"It will be done, My Lord," the manager stammered.

"I will withdraw everything immediately."

Then Lord George leaned forward, his eyes burning with a cold fire.

"I’m not done yet."

The manager flinched, his body stiffening like a man awaiting execution.

"Release a statement under GSK Group," Lord George commanded, his voice dripping with finality.

"Anyone who dares associate with them—anyone who dares try to bail them out, invest in their business, or even attempt to buy it at a cheaper rate—"

He let the words settle, listing as the manager visibly paled.

"They will suffer the same fate."

Silence. Pure, deafening silence.

The manager nodded frantically, his hands shaking as he scribbled a note for immediate execution.

Lord George Kaden didn’t need to say another word. The judgment had been passed. The execution had begun.

Then Lord George Kaden ended the call without hesitation, his tone leaving no room for argument. The weight of his command settled on the man like an iron shackle.

He knew what was coming.

Disobedience wasn’t an option.

His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for his phone, immediately dialing his secretary.

"Issue a statement to the public," he ordered, his voice clipped and urgent.

"Let them know about the recent development. Now."

The secretary didn’t dare ask questions—a simple "Yes, sir," followed before the line disconnected.

With that handled, he turned his attention to the bigger problem at hand.

**

At Valentina’s Father’s House

Sebastian stepped out of his car, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves.

He wasn’t here for pleasantries.

The grand estate loomed before him, the same place where schemes and arrogance ran unchecked.

The moment he walked in, Valentina’s father and Maria hurried to greet him.

Their smiles were wide, but their eyes held a flicker of unease.

"Sebastian!" Valentina’s father spread his arms, as if welcoming an old friend. "This is a surprise. We didn’t expect you to visit us!"

Maria, always the opportunist, immediately echoed her husband enthusiasm.

"Yes! We’ve been waiting for you to come."

But underneath their forced warmth, their resentment simmered.

Sebastian could see it—the bitterness lurking beneath their words.

Ever since that incident...

Ever since that bastard slapped him.

They had been plotting, scheming, trying every possible way to force an apology out of him.

Yet, nothing was working.

Everything they had tried was slipping through their fingers, crumbling before it could even begin.

At that moment Maria’s voice dropped slightly, her words laced with venom.

"Don’t worry, Sebastian. Soon, we’ll deal with him. That bastard won’t be able to raise his head again."

Her husband nodded in agreement, his expression darkening.

"Yes. We will make sure he comes crawling back, begging for your mercy."

But Jefferson? He didn’t care about their plans.

His expression remained unreadable, his tone flat.

"That’s not why I’m here."

Sebastian leaned back, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he crossed his arms.

"I appreciate your efforts," he said, his voice laced with mock gratitude. "But that’s not why I came."

His words hung in the air, thick with meaning.

"The real reason I’m here is simple." His expression hardened. "I came to tell you that I’m going to deal with Damien myself."

Immediately a cold silence settled over the room.

"My family is aware of everything now."

The weight of his statement sent chills down their spines.

"You two should be grateful," he continued, his gaze flicking between them.

"That when I reported this, I didn’t mention your names."

Their breaths hitched.

"You should be thanking me." His smirk deepened. "If I had told my family the full story, you would’ve been dragged down with him. But since it didn’t happen in your house, I made sure to keep you out of it."

The air felt stifling as his words sank in.

"So tell me," Sebastian leaned forward slightly, "where’s my thank you?"

The two exchanged uneasy glances.

"Thank you for not implicating us," one of them muttered.

Sebastian let out a dry chuckle. "No, no. You got it all wrong." His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. "What you should be saying is, ’Thank you for implicating yourself.’"

Their stomachs twisted.

"And now," Sebastian exhaled sharply, his face turning serious, "I expect you to do everything humanly possible to make sure I get what I want."

His tone left no room for argument.

"You two are not doing enough."

At that moment an tense silence followed.

Sebastian took a slow step forward, his eyes narrowing.

"By the way," he said, his voice casual but sharp, "did you know that Valentina is now the director of Sterling Design?"