Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: The Game Has Only Just Begun

The team members rushed out to surround him, as if the sky was falling.

Anton Miller had one hand in his pocket, the other spinning a basketball with his fingertip, looking indifferent.

”Boss, someone reported us for disturbing the peace, saying we’re affecting the nearby residents’ rest.” Someone complained, ”Isn’t that bullshit?!”

”Boss. Someone just came to inspect, saying our equipment is inadequate and has significant safety hazards.” Someone else was frustrated, ”I don’t understand, how can a few computers be a safety hazard?”

”Boss, they even detected methanol levels exceeding the limit in our game room! We’ve lived here for ten years; if it exceeded the limit, how come we haven’t gotten leukemia?”

Anton Miller listened, spinning the basketball with his fingertip, seemingly unemotional.

”Boss, our club was shut down, all equipment powered off, and we’re given five hours to move out.”

Anton felt not disappointment, but rather relief, ”Then let’s move out.”

The team hadn’t yet reacted when Anton started towards the club with the basketball, ”I’m announcing the team disbanded. There’s no feast that doesn’t end, nor any eternal dreams. Haha, I’m tired of it!”

”Boss!”

”Boss!!”

They didn’t believe his words and chased after him one by one.

”Boss, did we offend someone?”

”Don’t say anything.” Anton tossed the ball, ”Move, bring all your equipment back.” He dialed a number to arrange for a moving company’s big truck.

The team members realized the situation was irreversible.

”Boss! Why?” Someone wasn’t reconciled.

”Forget it, the boss loves this industry more than any of us.” Someone stopped them, whispering, ”Something must have happened, otherwise he wouldn’t give it up.”

”If something happens, let’s solve it together, why carry it alone?”

”But what if that person is stirring things up in Riventhal?”

”You think it’s Justin Kingston who did this?”

”I’m guessing.”

In the club, Anton Miller remained silent; no one knew his feelings at the moment.

Soon the moving company’s truck arrived.

Everyone was busy, without any conversation, an hour later, the core equipment of the entire club was moved out.

Standing in the empty hall, Anton Miller glanced around again, the laughter and joy of the past would remain forever in his memory.

At a nearby bar, Anton Miller booked the venue and had a farewell party with the team members.

”Drink freely!” He raised his glass, ”No one is allowed to be sad! What’s there to be sad about? It’s not like it’s life and death? We’re just training in a different place, you’ll all be at home from now on! I won’t supervise anymore! None of you are three-year-old children!”

Downstairs at Kingston Group, the Lamborghini slowly drove out, heading to the kindergarten.

He had promised the kids to take them out to play.

Justin Kingston was sitting in the back seat, his aura outstanding, features cold and handsome.

A call came in, reporting Anton Miller’s every move to him, he had moved out of the club and was now partying in the bar, even invited several women.

Justin hung up the phone, his face grim.

In order to go against him, did Anton Miller not even care about the club he once regarded as his life?

In the prestigious Enlighten Kindergarten.

Gigi held Dolly’s hand standing at the gate, looking out again and again, hoping eagerly.

”Brother, do you think Daddy will forget?” Dolly looked like a porcelain doll, ”Should I call him?”

”Sure, remind him.”

Dolly picked up the phone and dialed Justin Kingston’s number; he said he was on his way and would be there soon.

After the call, the children waited happily.

The Lamborghini drove up from afar, stopping in front of them, as Justin opened the door himself, ushering the kids into the car.

”Dad, where are you taking us?!” Gigi was very excited.

Dolly was also especially happy, ”I want steak, Daddy!”

”Alright.” Justin told the driver, ”Old Chapman, to the city center.”

”Okay, Mr. Kingston.”

At this time, Mia Lane returned to Emerald Cove carrying big bags of cake-making supplies.

The butler saw the smile on her face, seemingly in a good mood, he hesitated to speak, wondering why Mrs. Lane would dine with Anton Miller? Mr. Kingston’s anger from last night hadn’t subsided yet, it would only add fuel to the fire, wouldn’t it?