The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 541

Lysander took a drag on his cigar, his deep gaze falling upon the school principal, “I’m here to enroll my kids, so no need for formalities.”

Lysander had kids?

And the kids were enrolling in his preschool?

The principal was shocked; cold sweat was trickling down his back.

Lysander, one of the most influential and respected figures in Starhaven, had his own kids; and the news didn’t reach Starhaven’s finest preschool on time.

Since he got kids, the Starhaven International Kindergarten would undoubtedly be the first choice on his list.

Everyone was trying to curry favor with Lysander, the most prestigious one in the Starhaven, Yet, the principal was only just finding out about them. That was completely negligent, shameful, and nerve-wracking.

The principal’s cold sweat was cascading as he nervously stuttered, “Which one is Mr. Sinclair’s child? I’ll make sure the teachers give them special attention.”

“Not one, four.” Lysander exhaled a smoke ring, his demeanor was relaxed yet stern.

Four children, all around four years old, were led in by a bodyguard. Each of them was strikingly good-looking, more so than any child in their school.

again blindsided; his hands began

kids, and he

single one of them, which

information network

principal’s voice was shaky, whether from excitement or fear, “Alright, alright, four. I’ll have the teachers meet them right

about to exhort the

voice rang out, “No rush. Each of my children has their own talents

it also focused on nurturing the unique talents

Atticus was placed in the tech class, Dorian in performing arts, Elowen in

principal, “Gather all the shareholders. I want

authoritative, as if

just called for a meeting like that, as if he was in his own

nodded,

the kindergarten’s shareholders, with Lysander

owned the place and everyone else merely worked under

brought the ashtray closer to him, the glass ashtray was sliding across the wooden table, making a noise that heightened everyone’s

stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, his deep gaze sweeping across the shareholders

want to buy them all. My assistant has been monitoring the market value of the