The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1035

He glanced at the microphone’s label, recognizing the insignia of Harbor Entertainment.

“Harbor Entertainment, is it? You won’t live to see another dawn.” he declared with finality and whipped out his phone to call David. “You have two hours to bankrupt Harbor Entertainment.”

The young journalist who had questioned him was visibly shaken. His face drained of color as he stammered out an apology. “Mr. Sinclair, I’m sorry! I misspoke! Please, I won’t do it again. Please spare me another chance.”

“Move!” Lysander’s patience was at its breaking point.

The young journalist recoiled at his commanding tone, nearly tripping over his own feet as he stumbled backwards. The other journalists, who had been eagerly waiting for a chance to question Lysander, were also struck by his palpable fury. They all retreated along with the young man.

A path quickly cleared for him.

Lysander didn’t give them a glance as he rose and strode through the opening. He slid into his black Rolls-Royce, and his foot slammed on the accelerator. The vehicle shot backwards towards the cluster of journalists.

panic, stepping back in a clumsy,

wide eyes and scrambled to

– one after

brakes. His icy gaze flicking to the rear-view mirror. Seeing the reporters’ comical state of disarray, the tension in his chiseled face eased ever so slightly. He spun the

on the ground, none spared from the

asphalt. Neon city lights streaked across its

seeing the reckless speed of the Rolls-Royce,

out on the backs of his hands, and his

it seemed capable of freezing the very

circumstances, it would take twenty minutes to reach Royal Estates. But Lysander

and stepped out. His aura of icy command accompanied him as he walked towards the