The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 802

Leopold’s last shred of hope came crashing down, and the tears he had been suppressing surged from his reddened eyes. He withdrew his hand from Amelia’s comforting grasp, pulling the blanket over his entire body, covering his tears, and concealing all his failures.

He didn’t want anyone in the room to see his tears.

“Leopold, your hand…” Amelia said, concern thick in her voice.

“I’m fine, it’s stopped bleeding,” Leopold replied, his voice muffled from under the blanket. Struggling to control his sobs, he tried to keep his voice steady.

“Are you sure it’s stopped bleeding? Let me see.” Despite his reassurances, Amelia was still worried. She gently pulled his hand from under the blanket, and seeing that the bleeding had indeed stopped, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Your father and grandfather will be here this afternoon. They heard about your injury and hopped on the first flight. Don’t worry. Even if you don’t want to start your own business, they can still offer you a position in their company. You don’t need to get anything from Lysander.”

Amelia thought that what Leopold wanted from Lysander was a position in the Sinclair Group, or perhaps some shares.

Ever since Lysander took over the Sinclair Group, it had thrived under his management, becoming a multinational corporation. Leopold’s father and grandfather had both been transferred to overseas positions as CEOs of the company.

Leopold could certainly acquire a position abroad if he wasn’t able to secure one domestically!

seeing her son struggle

heavily, and he bit

what he truly

he wanted

anything else, and he was willing to give everything up for her. He was prepared to work with

simple wish seemed impossible to

as he reached the elevator, Zephyr called out to

see Zephyr holding three gift boxes.

boxes to him. “These are from Thalassa. Take them, and tell her not to see Leopold anymore. She’s the

at the boxes, then at David. David took the hint and accepted the

his bodyguard behind for

in front of her computer to get some

spent the afternoon writing, deleting, and rewriting. She sighed and turned to see Ethan

quiet that I didn’t

minutes, watching you type, delete, and retype. If you’re not