The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Business as usual, no profits yet," Lysander didn't try to hide anything.

Zephyr was among the first to know when he started his new venture and had even confronted him about it. It wasn't a secret anymore.

"Aren't the shareholders you brought over from Sinclair Group getting antsy, seeing no profits yet?" Zephyr's tone was casual, as if they were just making small talk. But Lysander could tell Zephyr was fishing for information.

"They've been with me for years. They know how I operate. If they couldn't wait, they wouldn't have joined me," Lysander replied, taking a sip of his tea.

"You're definitely more capable than Payton," Zephyr suddenly said.

Lysander's hand paused ever so slightly, holding his teacup. It was almost imperceptible before he returned to his usual demeanor as if nothing had happened. Receiving such direct praise from Zephyr wasn't something Lysander had anticipated, leaving him slightly taken aback.

Since those shareholders left, he's started to really focus on

of focusing? Without the right investment insight and matching capabilities, no amount of effort

been too reckless, causing significant losses and weakening Sinclair Group from within. Now, as he tried to turn things around and make it

easy task, but for Payton, reviving a deeply troubled Sinclair

okay, it's still early days. You should have faith in him, give him some

more years? If we give him any more time, Sinclair Group will be history," Zephyr retorted,

by and watch it fall apart. If only age hadn't caught up with him,

Grandfather, you'll have to figure

cloudy with age, suddenly looked intently and earnestly at Lysander. "Lysander, your leg's better now. I'm formally inviting you back to Sinclair Group to take the position of CEO.

teacup, Lysander showed no significant reaction to Zephyr's words. He calmly took a sip, then placed the cup down, lifting his deep