The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Always perched high above others, like a monarch of his domain, Lysander couldn't possibly stomach being labeled as intellectually challenged, no longer fit to navigate the treacherous waters of the business world.

Thalassa's breath tightened with worry. "Is the market really that tough right now? Is there any way to turn things around?"

David's expression was grim as he shook his head. "I'm not sure. The new jewelry line has only been out for a few days, and the sales are looking grim. Maybe running some promotional deals could warm the market up a bit."

Though David's response was noncommittal, Thalassa knew the situation was dire. In the jewelry business, a designer's reputation is paramount. Creations by unknown designers need time to be polished, to gain the acceptance and recognition of consumers.

And how long that polishing takes can vary widely-from a year or two to perhaps even three to five years.

But the shareholders of the Sinclair Group wouldn't grant Lysander the time needed to prove the success of his decision.

They're only interested in short-term gains. If the project is in the red or if the market hits a downturn, they would quickly question Lysander's capabilities.

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past, Lysander was indeed a myth, a legend. His decisive and iron-fisted approach never

three years, even leading doctors to declare he might remain in a

news of Lysander becoming a vegetable, despite

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his judgment, making him susceptible to beauty and leading to poor decisions,

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