The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

But Joshua didn't let it get him down. He quickly countered, "Even if it's full, there's always room for one more, right? Who ever said no to more money?" "It's not about saying no to money; it's that you're too late, Mr. Whitman," Lysander replied, firm and unyielding.

There was no way he was letting Joshua buy into the company.

Joshua's hand clenched slightly where it rested on the table edge. Lysander's statement was a double-edged sword, hitting him right in the pride.

And Joshua felt it, deeply ashamed. But some opportunities, once missed, are gone forever.

When Lysander first started his company, pulling in investors while still confined to a wheelchair, deemed permanently disabled, Rosalind hadn't fought for Lysander's attention, and Joshua had shown no interest in investing in his business. Now, with Lysander's miraculous recovery and the company rapidly gaining traction, Joshua came knocking with Rosalind in tow, eager to buy in.

Back when Lysander was at his lowest, Joshua and Rosalind had kept their distance.

his success and his return to health, they were all too eager to

he knew exactly

in Lysander's discerning gaze, felt a

shamelessly seeking Lysander

could easily call

couldn't give up. With a slight smile, he said, "It's never too late when

conversation to Thalassa, their most

Thalassa's sake. But upon hearing Thalassa's name, Lysander's previously amiable demeanor sharpened instantly, his gaze turning icy. "She's at Royal" Estates, doing well, of course. Mr. Whitman, it's interesting that you haven't called her once, yet inquire about

Joshua, a father who couldn't bother

likely hoping to leverage