The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Payton was fuming, his voice dripping with accusation as he confronted Lysander. "What's the meaning of this, Lysander? Poaching from Sinclair Enterprises, are we? How could you do this? Do you think Grandpa would approve?"

Lysander's gaze, cool and detached, shifted towards Payton. His voice, calm and resonant, carried a hint of nonchalance. "It was you, not me, who demanded Wyatt divest his shares just moments ago." With those words, Lysander glanced at David standing by his side and said, "Let's go."

Understanding the cue, David quickly stepped forward, guiding Lysander out of the conference room.

Payton, despite his burning desire to confront Lysander further, knew it was pointless to chase after him. There was no use.

Lysander's response had made it crystal clear. The shareholders' rush to divest and follow Lysander was a direct result of Payton's own actions. He had, in essence, shot himself in the foot.

"I'm with you, Lysander," Wyatt chimed in with a cheerful grin, hurrying to leave with Lysander.

Having the chance to stick with Lysander felt like a massive weight lifted off Wyatt's shoulders. As for the future of Sinclair Enterprises, that was no longer his concern.

long day at work, Thalassa and Hertha left the office together. Hertha needed to get home

to drive Thalassa home, but knowing her friend needed to get back to her children, Thalassa opted

drove off, leaving Thalassa waiting by the roadside.

make way, Thalassa was taken aback when the car door opened, and a

air of superiority, the woman removed her sunglasses, her heavily made-up eyes glaring at Thalassa with palpable

stepping aside, froze in place, her nerves taut as she faced the woman before

her immediately it was Amelia, Leopold's mother, a

long time, Thalassa

guilt over

a hand in it out of greed. This guilt extended