In his room, Leander had a custom-made Apple MacBook laptop on the bed in front of him. He was busy monitoring the market activity of the Veritas Conglomerate.But then a thought seeped into his mind. Since Lindsey had mentioned Brianna Taylor, he couldn't stop thinking about her. From remembering the moments they spent together to the day Brianna decided to return to Chesterham City, everything felt connected. He tried to avoid these thoughts at all costs as his hatred for the royals grew. This hatred stemmed from the actions of stakeholders like the royals and the government, who had conspired against his inheritance.Leander sighed and closed his laptop. He stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. The memory of Brianna’s smile lingered in his mind, making it hard to focus. He remembered the times they laughed together and the way she looked at him with those bright eyes. But then the anger would creep in. The royals, with their power and influence, had always meddled in his life, ma

Mr. Whitman’s face reddened as he felt a combination of shame and frustration. He had never asked anyone for a favor in his entire life, much less for something personal. Swallowing his pride, he dropped to his knees, his eyes pleading."Leander, please," Mr. Whitman implored, his voice trembling. "I need your help. I can't afford to lose my company. I'll apologize to Lindsey, however she wants. Just... help me."For a moment, Leander observed him, a slight look of satisfaction crossing his features. Seeing Mr. Whitman humbled left him with a curious notion of what justice meant. But he knew this wasn’t just about revenge; it was about making things right."Just get up," Leander ordered, his tone firm. "Groveling won't fix this. Your action will, okay?"Mr. Whitman hesitated, then slowly rose to his feet, dusting off his knees. "I'll do it, Leander. I'll apologize publicly and personally."Leander's gaze remained hard. "Good. You better mean it. If I sense you're insincere, I'll cut y

Mr. Whitman’s face reddened as he felt a combination of shame and frustration. He had never asked anyone for a favor in his entire life, much less for something personal. Swallowing his pride, he dropped to his knees, his eyes pleading. "Leander, please," Mr. Whitman implored, his voice trembling. "I need your help. I can't afford to lose my company. I'll apologize to Lindsey, however she wants. Just... help me." For a moment, Leander observed him, a slight look of satisfaction crossing his features. Seeing Mr. Whitman humbled left him with a curious notion of what justice meant. But he knew this wasn’t just about revenge; it was about making things right. "Just get up," Leander ordered, his tone firm. "Groveling won't fix this. Your action will, okay?" Mr. Whitman hesitated, then slowly rose to his feet, dusting off his knees. "I'll do it, Leander. I'll apologize publicly and personally." Leander's gaze remained hard. "Good. You better mean it. If I sense you're insincere, I'll

Taking advantage of his leisure hour, Leander entered an upscale electronic store and immediately became the center of attention. He had decided to get a new work tool to replace the one he was already using.Upon entering the electronic store, you are greeted by a spacious, well-lit environment. Overhead LED lights create a reflection on the floor’s sleek, polished tiles. Various electronic devices create a soft hum in the air.Despite this, the store manager promptly recognized Leander as a significant customer. With a mix of respect and enthusiasm, he rushed over. “You’re welcome to the best electronic store, Mr. Goldstein. How may I help you?”Leander offered a polite nod. “Good afternoon. I'm here to get a new laptop and a phone. I need the best models you have in stock.”The store manager replied, “Uh, of course, sir. You can get any model of your choice in our store.”“Well, I would prefer an Apple or Samsung product,” Leander said, showing little enthusiasm.“Alright, sir. Rig

In the evening, Leander decided to leave his office. This was after he had completed supervising the early phase of the project preparation, ensuring everything was progressing as planned. The thought of Veritas Conglomerate, his inheritance, soon celebrating its fiftieth anniversary was reeling through his mind. Shaking off the thought, he quickly packed all the books spread across the table, arranging them into a folder. His laptop, too, went into his expensive, custom-made bag. He picked up his access card and crept towards the door. Walking out of his office, he swiped his card against the reader, sending a signal to the lock mechanism to lock the door. Before turning into the passageway, Elaine, his assistant, approached and helped him with his briefcase and laptop bag, carrying them alongside him. “Follow me, Elaine!” Leander urged, his voice hurried as he glanced back at her. As he began to walk away, she quickly followed suit. Weaving through the passageway, they arrived a