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.

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

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

off, leaving Thalassa waiting by the roadside. Suddenly, a red Maserati pulled

the car door opened, and a lavishly dressed middle-aged woman

woman removed her sunglasses, her heavily made-up

place, her nerves taut as she faced

it was Amelia, Leopold's mother,

long time,

guilt over Leopold's

greed. This guilt extended to how she