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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tried to lighten the atmosphere with a chuckle. "Oh come on,

at Hertha, her spirits undeniably

myth, a legend. His decisive and iron-fisted approach never missed. Everyone else could only look

even leading doctors to declare he

vegetable, despite efforts

folks at the Sinclair Group were

fell into a coma, he was no longer

project involved purchasing designs from an unknown designer-her. And inside the Sinclair Group, some were aware

injury had impaired his judgment, making him susceptible to beauty and

with David, Thalassa remained