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.

a panic, stepping back in a clumsy, terrified

eyes and scrambled to get out of the way. Those in the back tripped

was like dominoes – one after the other they tumbled down.

slammed the 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

were left sprawled on the

Neon city lights streaked across its polished surface vibrantly but unable to thaw the frost

Rolls-Royce, quickly gave way, fearing to provoke his

hands were firm on the wheel. His veins stood out on the backs of his hands, and his eyes fixed ahead.

him was so intense that it seemed capable

to reach Royal Estates. But

out. His aura of icy