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.

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

At the company's entrance, they parted ways. Hertha had offered to drive Thalassa home, but knowing her friend needed to get back to her children, Thalassa opted for a cab instead.

Hertha, eager to see her children, agreed and drove off, leaving Thalassa waiting by the roadside. Suddenly, a red Maserati pulled up in front of her. Stepping back to make way, Thalassa was taken aback when the car door opened, and a lavishly dressed middle-aged woman stepped out. With an air of superiority, the woman removed her sunglasses, her heavily made-up eyes glaring at Thalassa with palpable hostility.

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

She recognized her immediately it was Amelia, Leopold's mother, a woman who harbored deep-seated animosity towards her.

For a long time, Thalassa had

carried guilt over Leopold's death

mistakenly believing Lysander had aAll content is © N0velDrama.Org.

hand in it out of greed. This guilt extended to how she felt about his parents.

However, everything changed when she overheard a conversation between Amelia and Payton in the hospital, revealing the truth about Leopold's suicide - a desperate act to frame Lysander, disregarding the lives of two workers in the process.

This revelation erased years of guilt and resentment towards Lysander, who had silently borne the blame to protect Leopold's reputation.

Now, facing Amelia, Thalassa felt no guilt, only a calm resolve.

Without a word, Thalassa turned to leave, but Amelia, in her high heels, blocked her path, looking down at her with disdain. "Did you orchestrate Lysander's actions?"

Amelia's accusation was baseless,

and Thalassa had no interest in entangling herself further. With a cold retort, she said, "Don't block my way I've missed several cabs

already."