The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet



Lysander arrived at the office, and David was already waiting by the entrance, eager to greet him as soon as he saw him approaching.

Walking briskly behind Lysander, David briefed him, "Mr. and Ms. Whitman are in the conference room, eager to discuss a potential investment in our company."

The reason David had urgently called Lysander back to the office was that Joshua and Rosalind had posed a challenge that the rest of the staff couldn't handle without him. Because only Lysander could deal with it, and since Joshua and Rosalind insisted they couldn't wait, David had taken the risk of interrupting Lysander's day to summon him back to the office to address the situation.

Without a word, Lysander headed straight for the conference room. The door to the conference room was ajar, and as Lysander entered, Joshua and Rosalind, seated at the far end of the table, turned their heads towards him. Spotting him, they immediately rose to their feet.

Joshua, ever the gentleman and polished in the art of business etiquette, approached Lysander with a courteous demeanor, extending his hand for a handshake, “Lysander, glad you could make it. I've come today with a proposal of great importance to discuss with you."

Lysander, maintaining the formal politeness customary in business settings, briefly shook Joshua's hand, "Please, take a seat. No need for formalities."

Saying so, he took a seat across from them. Rosalind's gaze was fixed on Lysander from the moment he entered. He seemed leaner but carried an air of maturity and approachability, a marked change from his previously more reserved demeanor. Yet, his innate authority still commanded respect and a sense of distance.

Previously, confined to a wheelchair, Lysander had an air of noble resilience. Now, standing tall, he remained the influential figure at the pinnacle of power. Rosalind watched him, unable to tear her gaze away, pondering on the reality that he could have been her husband. Now, all she could do was watch him from afar.

Joshua, noticing Rosalind's mesmerized gaze still fixed on Lysander, sighed internally and gently nudged her arm, signaling her to sit, "Let's discuss sitting down."

Rosalind then reluctantly shifted her attention and took her seat.

Lysander instructed David, "Please bring our guests some tea."

"Right away," David nodded, going to fetch the tea pot.

Joshua interjected, “No need for the fuss, our cups are still full. Let's get down to business.”

Joshua was aware of Lysander's

valuable time and didn't want to

waste it. "I'm here to discuss a potential investment in your company, I've heard that you've successfully attracted severalContent is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

shareholders from the Sinclaire

group. However, given the limited number of shareholders that could leave the Sinclair group, presume your company could still use more. I'm interested in becoming a shareholder," Joshua opened the discussion.

For the Whitman Group, investing in a new company was a breeze, but this represented a promising opportunity: Given Lysander's capabilities, there was no doubt that within five years, his company would be among the top five domestically. By investing, Joshua was,

positioning himself to be at the helm of one of the country's leading companies.

Just then, David arrived with the tea pot, refilling Joshua and Rosalind's cups. However, Joshua didn't pause to drink; his focus remained on Lysander, awaiting his response.

Lysander, exuding a calm yet

authoritative aura, finally spoke, "Mr.

Whitman, our company's

shareholder slots are currently filled.

We're not looking to add any at the moment."

Upon hearing this, Joshua felt a twinge of disappointment, a mix of surprise and setback.