Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 167

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 167 by Adolf Dunne

Another two days passed, but Victor still hadn't come back to Sue Garden. Lukas wondered whetherhe should tell Rachel. Rachel, on the other hand, was quite happy about not seeing Victor for days.After breakfast, Rachel went upstairs to change her clothes and was on her way out. Lukas walkedup to her and asked curtly, “Miss Bennet, are you going out?” “Yes, I have an appointment withAndy.” Andy had proved efficient. In less than two weeks, except for the fifty-five percent of theshares Victor owned, they had bought the rest of the shares of Bennet Group.

Afraid that Victor would replace out, Rachel had split up the shares and registered them under thenames of three organizations. The reason why she was meeting Andy that day was to sign thecommission contracts. It was the only way to have the shares registered under the agencies. “Couldyou please bring some medicine to Mr. Sullivan on your way, Miss Bennet? The driver has just calledto inform me that Mr. Sullivan has a stomach ache. This medicine was specifically imported for him,and can't be found in any of the local drugstores here,” Lukas explained as he passed on the bottleof pills to her.

“Miss Bennet, with the change in weather, several servants have caught a severe cold and asked forleave. I can't leave the house as it is. Could you please do this favor for me?” Lukas added, afraidthat Rachel wouldn't agree. 1 Rachel's refusal was stuck in her throat. She knew the pressure he wasunder to keep the house in order. “Okay, I'll take it to him later.” Rachel frowned as she took themedicine. “Thank you, Miss Bennet.”

Rachel curled her lips, put the bottle in her bag and turned around to leave. Seeing Rachel go, Lukasmurmured under his breath, “I hope they get to talk it out.” He could tell that Victor loved Racheleven if he didn't show it openly. When Rachel arrived at the cafe they had agreed on, she foundAndy there waiting for her. It didn't take a lot time to get everything done.

After checking the contracts and handing them to the project director of the securities exchangeagency, Andy turned to Rachel. “Miss Bennet, how about we have lunch together? Now you havetaken back all the shares, and you insist on selling them, we should discuss the requirements youhave for a buyer.” “About that, I already found a buyer.” Rachel asked the waiter for a paper and apen. "How come? So soon?”

Rachel nodded as she wrote down a string of numbers on the paper and nudged it towaras Andy,“This is the buyer's number. You can contact him on the transfer procedure.” With furrowedeyebrows, Andy picked up the piece of paper. There was a name scribbled on the paper beside thephone number: Quintin. “Well... Miss Bennet, if I may ask, who is this buyer? Are you sure we cantrust him? What about the price of the shares? How much is he offering?”

Andy hadn't expected Rachel to have found a buyer so fast. He couldn't help but worry. After all,they were dealing with huge sums of money. Rachel wanted to sell Bennet Group, which was thefruit of the three generations of the Bennet family. If it was handed over to an unreliable person, itwould really be over. To be honest, Andy was still against the idea of the company being sold.“Don’t worry. You can trust him. As for the price...” Rachel paused as she thought of Andy's reaction.“Five million.”

“Five million?” Andy stood up all of a sudden almost sending his seat crushing down. “Miss Bennet,what are you talking about?” His voice was loud enough for the people around to raise their eyestowards him in annoyance. Rachel held the bridge of her nose and motioned him to sit down. Andyrealized that he had overreacted. He sat down, but his emotions still showed on his face. In his eyes,there was fear, shock, anger, and a hint of disappointment.

"Miss Bennet, five million is not enough. We have spent so much money buying all the shares back.How can you sell them for only five million?” Andy asked. “I know the price is a little low.” A littlelow? It was more than that. Even theft wouldn't have covered it. “But I have made up my mind.Andy, you don't have to say anything. Just get the contract ready and contact the buyer. Once youclose the deal, send it to him for signing.

I don't think it's convenient for him to come here.” “Miss Bennet...” Andy opened his mouth toargue, but Rachel didn't let him. “Andy, thank you for your hard work these past few days.” Shestood up and bowed deeply to him. “I have somewhere else to be. I have to go now.”

She neither explained to Andy who Quintin really was nor did she let him talk her out of it. Shedidn't intend to sell Bennet Group anyway. She was just making a way for herself to escape fromVictor when the time came. She picked up her bag and left the cafe without looking back. Lookingat her back as she walked out, Andy sighed deeply and murmured to himself, “Mr. Bennet, if youwere here still here right now, would you have agreed to this?”

When Rachel came out of the cafe, the driver was waiting by the roadside. Seeing her, he quicklygot out of the car and opened the door to the back seat. She got into the car. “Miss Bennet, whereshould we go now?” The driver went behind the wheel and looked at Rachel through the rearviewmirror. “Let's go to Sullivan Group, please.” Rachel glanced at the bottle of stomach pills in her bagand resigned to her fate. The driver nodded

He then stepped on the gas and drove towards the Sullivan Group building The cafe they had beento was not too far away from Sullivan Group. It took them only five minutes to get there. Rachel satin the car and looked out of the window. The Sullivan Group building that was towering into theclouds came into view.

From the top, it gave off a dominant air, as if a huge giant was staring down at her, making her feelinsignificant. Rachel got out of the car and walked into the building. Since it was still office hours,not many people were in the entrance hallway. The receptionists, who were busy discussing whereto do their manicures after work, were stunned to see Rachel walking towards them.

“Rachel?”

While Rachel was working in the archive room, they often saw her from their front desk. “Yes, it'sme.” Rachel placed the medicine bottle on the reception desk. “This is for Victor. Please make surehe gets it.” Before the receptionists could react, Rachel had already left. “What did she say justnow?"

One of them looked at Rachel's back. “I think she wanted us to hand this over to Mr. Sullivan,” theother woman said as she picked up the bottle. “To Mr. Sullivan? What is this? I mean, why was it soimportant that she even came here? Didn't she get fired? How dare she come here again? Doesn'tshe feel any shame?”

"True..."

"How shameless can she be? I thought she would never show her face here again.” “Then whatshould we do with this? It looks like some foreign stomach medicine?” “Stomach medicine? I neverheard of Mr. Sullivan having any kind of stomach problem. Just throw it away. Who knows if it'sreally for him?

Plus, if he takes it and something happens, it's our heads that will be on the line.” “Umm... You areright. We can't risk it.” The receptionist thought for a while and her colleague's words made sense.“I'm throwing it away.” She took the medicine and walked to the trash can beside the elevator. Justas she was about to throw it, the elevator doors suddenly opened.