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!

struggle

heavily, and he bit his lip, trying desperately to

Lysander knew what he truly wanted.

wanted

was willing to give everything up for her. He was prepared to work with his own hands, to provide

wish seemed impossible to fulfill.

he reached the

Zephyr holding three gift boxes.

Take them, and tell her not to see Leopold anymore.

David. David took the hint and accepted the boxes from Zephyr, nodding

left with David, leaving his bodyguard

sitting in front of her computer to get some

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

when did you get here? You’re so quiet that I didn’t even

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