I Only Wanted Luxury Shopping, and Accidentally Saved the Whole Family Chapter 06

I Only Wanted Luxury Shopping, and Accidentally Saved the Whole Family Chapter 06

“Don’t even think about her,” Ezra snapped, turning around abruptly.

He blocked Asher’s line of sight, his fists clenched tight.

Asher pulled his gaze back and lightly flicked imaginary dust off his suit jacket.

“Why so tense?” he asked casually. “Just an offhand remark. After all, a pampered little pet used to luxury can’t survive once she’s taken out of her cage.”

Veronica walked up beside Ezra and pressed a hand against his shoulder. “Don’t be impulsive,” she warned in a low voice.

Turning back to Asher, she said, “Mr. Locke, an hour is too short. We need time to verify your source of funds and the credentials of those gold mines.”

Asher chuckled. He sank back into the couch, his posture even more arrogant than before. “Verify them? Mrs. Kensington, have you not grasped the situation yet?”

He pointed at the envelope on the coffee table. “The qualification documents are all inside. Reports issued by the world’s top evaluation agencies. Feel free to check whatever you like.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “Just a quick reminder, though—every minute you delay, the Kensington Group’s stock drops another point.”

Conrad finally stopped coughing. He pushed Ezra’s hand aside and sat up straight with great effort.

“Give me the documents,” he said, his voice sounding old and exhausted.

Sloane walked over, carefully untying the string around the envelope.

She pulled out a thick stack of documents and flipped through them quickly, her face turning paler with every page.

“Dad…” Sloane’s voice trembled. “The documents are real. The reserve evaluations, mining permits, and mortgage agreements for all three gold mines are fully legal and valid.”

Veronica snatched the documents away and skimmed through them.

The Wall Street expertise she took so much pride in was completely useless at this moment.

The files were impeccably flawless—like a meticulously woven net of death wrapping tightly around the Kensington Group.