However, Leander took his eyes off him nervously and still couldn't process what he was trying to figure out. Rather than struggling, he maintained his composure. Moving closer to the Rolls-Royces, Leander stood just a breath away from two striking models: the classic Phantom and the exclusive $420,000 Ghost Prism, a limited edition celebrating Rolls-Royce's 120th anniversary. Running his hand over the glossy exterior, he was captivated by its elegance. "Which of these cars catches your eye, master? The Ghost Prism seems to have drawn your attention," Jeeves, specific, requested as he noticed that Leander doesn't look ready to select. "Mm-hmm, yeah... The Ghost Prism," Leander rushed his words, his gaze examining other cars nearby. Ambling forward hastily, he circled the custom-made Rolls-Royce, scrutinizing every inch. Letting out a breath of relief, he asked eagerly, "Where's the key fob for this car?” Jeeves sucked in a sharp breath and shot Leander a quizzical look. Disr
Racing through the city's skyline, Leander finally arrived at Brianna's residence. However, he was shocked to find Brianna in his rearview mirror, standing at the entrance of the opulent mansion. She was dressed in a chic outfit with stylish sunglasses perched on her face.Sighing nervously, Leander tapped the brake and lowered the tinted windows. Until Leander waved frantically, Brianna had no idea what was going on.Stepping closer, she squinted to identify him. Seeing Leander in a limited version Rolls-Royce car model struck her with awe, hands covering her mouth. “Wow!” She was so excited.Leander winked, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Are you off somewhere, dear?"Brianna exhaled and said, "Um, my friend had a crash and has been hospitalized since yesterday, so I wanna go visit her, but my driver isn't here""Do you need a ride? Trust me, I will perform better than your driver," Leander replied with sarcasm. With a smile forming on her face, Brianna nodded, “Ah, I’m sure y
Arriving at the bustling hospital, Leander however pulled up. He and Brianna both exited the car and briskly made their way toward the hospital ward.Walking down the corridor, they were approached by a man in a pristine white lab coat, his face holding a hint of nervousness, "Your Excellency, how may I help you. Who are you looking for?" he queried. The honorific used by the doctor shows Brianna is widely recognized as a former royal member and high-profile individual.Brianna, caught off guard, moved ahead. "Okay, we are searching for a patient who gets by the name Ms. Walker. I heard she was brought in yesterday," she inquired in a hushed voice."Excuse me, ma'am, I’m sorry to ask. How do you know her? Please, it is just for safety," Brianna and Leander were caught off guard by the doctor’s unexpected question, as it seemed out of place for him to ask someone of noble heritage, not even a stranger.Arching her eyebrows in disapproval, Brianna let out a long breath and taunted sharp
Brianna hopped back into Leander's sleek Rolls-Royce and before they smoothly pulled away from the hospital. Now they have left. Despite this, Leander couldn’t help but question where they would go next, given their lack of planning. Brianna, with a mischievous glint in her eye, simply declared he was to be her guest for the day, hinting at a visit to her home. "Okay, it will be appreciated," Brianna replied, her eyes sparkling with warmth, causing his heart to quicken. "Okay but um I won't linger, Brianna. There’s an urgent matter that needs to be resolved before sunset; it's crucial," Leander said, his eyes brimming with earnestness, a faint yet genuine smile gracing his lips. Leander's gaze locked with Brianna's. A nod of assurance accompanied by a fleeting smile, he inquired softly, "Brianna, I noticed you have always loved to stay around me? What draws your attention to me? I can’t deny it, I was surprised by your boldness in standing up for me against Rex. I’ve never e
Shortly after, the chefs whisked away the empty plates from the dining table, seamlessly replacing them with steaming new filled dishes. Brianna's raised eyebrow silently questioned the delay, her impatience palpable.As the chef left, Brianna heaved a deep sigh of relief, a radiant grin lighting up her face. "Awwn, alright everyone..." Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she reached for a plate of beef Wellington, along with the others.As Leander chewed, disbelief gnawed at him; the food was delicious, unlike anything he had ever tasted before. Nonetheless, he pondered how the skilled chefs could possibly make mistakes and serve meals that were not fully cooked. His mind was flooded with queries, causing him to halt his meal.Brianna noticed that Leander wasn’t pleased and sensed his worry. He slouched in his chair, unease clouding his gaze. The situation didn't sit well with Brianna. Frowning, she brainstormed ways to encourage his appetite."Leander, you are feeling off? What
Brianna’s gaze remained locked on Camila as she leaned forward on the couch, a mixture of frustration and disillusionment apparent on her face. The urge to confront Camila gnawed at her. 'Not speaking up could indirectly give Camila the impression that she did something right,’ Brianna thought to herself."Camila, we've been close for so long, and now you decide to play a trick by contaminating the food? It’s an obvious and direct act of attempted murder," Anger and revulsion were evident in Brianna’s voice as it cut through the tense atmosphere. Camila, lacking the ability to defend herself, stared at the ground, her face marked with guilt."What was the reason for your decision to pull that stunt? Your stupidity could cost the chef their jobs. Just think, if I had ingested the toxin you planned for Leander .....," Brianna's tone was fiery and resolute. Frowning in annoyance, she demanded with authority, "Now tell me where the hell you stash the poison?”"I'm sorry; but I would exp
"Why do you doubt that's possible?" With a sharp gasp, Leander’s shoulders slumped in anxiety.Daxton nervously shifted in his seat before answering, “It’s too early and we haven’t made arrangements for his replacement yet,” he said, glancing around the room for support. The silence was palpable as the tension grew between them."But I will surely consult with your mother about it in order to reach a decision," he continued, sighing softly. He however took a deep breath, weighing his options and considering whether severing ties with Jeeves was the only solution after this breach of trust.Daxton pondered silently, his face etched with worry. "Jeeves has been a loyal butler for over years now”He mused, "I can't imagine him being malevolent" Despite his doubts, Daxton's trust in Jeeves had never wavered. "He's always been reliable," he said.Inhaling sharply, Leander’s face became flooded with comprehension as he grappled with inner turmoil over what to do next.Daxton's gaze was sof
Leander's smile strained, his eyes shut in resolve. "Are you convinced that I’m eager to be the new owner of Etherium University?" he declared. McCoy chuckled softly, furrowing his brows. Leander's words hit him like a sudden gust of wind, leaving him incredulous. "Leander, you can't be serious," McCoy said in disbelief. A flicker of annoyance flashed across Leander's face before he regained his composure. He was not about to let McCoy underestimate him. "Hahaha, Etherium University's value is beyond your pocket money," McCoy countered. Leander met McCoy's doubtful gaze and held it steadily. It was clear that McCoy had no idea what he was capable of. Undeterred, Leander persisted. "I'm serious. I can secure this university in weeks if the administration transfer process is expedited," he asserted confidently. McCoy's eyes twinkled as he swallowed, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "You know, our university's got a cool £900 million in the bank," he said with a hint
Leander stretched his legs as the private jet descended toward the coastal paradise of Montevia. The turquoise waters sparkled below, and lush green islands dotted the horizon like emeralds in the ocean. Beside him, Brianna leaned back in her seat, her sunglasses perched atop her golden hair, radiating effortless elegance."This was overdue," she said, her voice soft yet teasing.Leander turned to her with a smile. "Blame the whirlwind of deals, auctions, and diplomatic dinners. But now, I’m all yours."The jet landed smoothly, and they were greeted on the tarmac by a motorcade of luxury SUVs. Montevia was known for its breathtaking landscapes and exclusivity—this wasn’t a place for casual tourists. Only the most elite found themselves vacationing here, and Leander and Brianna fit that bill perfectly.---The villa was a marvel of modern architecture, perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a panoramic view of the endless sea, while the infinity poo
Leander stretched his legs as the private jet descended toward the coastal paradise of Montevia. The turquoise waters sparkled below, and lush green islands dotted the horizon like emeralds in the ocean. Beside him, Brianna leaned back in her seat, her sunglasses perched atop her golden hair, radiating effortless elegance."This was overdue," she said, her voice soft yet teasing.Leander turned to her with a smile. "Blame the whirlwind of deals, auctions, and diplomatic dinners. But now, I’m all yours."The jet landed smoothly, and they were greeted on the tarmac by a motorcade of luxury SUVs. Montevia was known for its breathtaking landscapes and exclusivity—this wasn’t a place for casual tourists. Only the most elite found themselves vacationing here, and Leander and Brianna fit that bill perfectly.---The villa was a marvel of modern architecture, perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a panoramic view of the endless sea, while the infinity poo
As the evening wound down at the Evans estate, Leander found himself reflecting on how smoothly the dinner had gone. The partnership with the Evans family held tremendous potential, and for the first time in years, the idea of forging alliances felt more natural than adversarial. He was about to leave when Walter extended a hand and stopped him.“Leander, a word before you go?” Walter asked, gesturing toward his study.Curious but composed, Leander nodded. “Of course.”The two entered the dimly lit study, where walls were lined with shelves of leather-bound books. A vintage globe stood by the window, and the scent of aged wood filled the room. Walter closed the door behind them and motioned for Leander to sit in one of the plush chairs by the fireplace.“What’s on your mind?” Leander asked, his tone measured.Walter sat across from him, a serious expression settling over his face. “I need to ask for your discretion, Leander. This partnership we’ve discussed—it’s as much about necessit
As the evening wound down at the Evans estate, Leander found himself reflecting on how smoothly the dinner had gone. The partnership with the Evans family held tremendous potential, and for the first time in years, the idea of forging alliances felt more natural than adversarial. He was about to leave when Walter extended a hand and stopped him.“Leander, a word before you go?” Walter asked, gesturing toward his study.Curious but composed, Leander nodded. “Of course.”The two entered the dimly lit study, where walls were lined with shelves of leather-bound books. A vintage globe stood by the window, and the scent of aged wood filled the room. Walter closed the door behind them and motioned for Leander to sit in one of the plush chairs by the fireplace.“What’s on your mind?” Leander asked, his tone measured.Walter sat across from him, a serious expression settling over his face. “I need to ask for your discretion, Leander. This partnership we’ve discussed—it’s as much about necessit
The grand hall of the Thornton estate was resplendent with luxury. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a golden glow on the marble floors, while the walls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting the family’s storied lineage. It was their annual feast—a celebration of the Thornton legacy, a night to flaunt wealth, power, and influence to the elite of society.Leander stood at the entrance, his sharp suit tailored to perfection. His expression was calm, almost unreadable, but his eyes held a glint of quiet determination. He had been invited, not out of goodwill but as a courtesy and a calculated move by the Thornton family to show they had nothing to fear from him. After all, Leander's recent rise in influence had made him a threat, even to the likes of the Thorntons.As he stepped into the hall, the chatter quieted for a moment. All eyes turned to him. He was an outsider in this circle of established power, yet his presence demanded respect."Leander," Albert Thornt
Leander stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the skyline. The city below was alive with movement, lights flickering in every direction, but up here, in the quiet of his penthouse, it felt like a different world. He took a slow sip of whiskey, feeling the warmth spread through him. The quiet of the evening was a rare gift, one he appreciated more than he let on.The sound of the door opening behind him brought his attention back to the present. Wyatt walked in, his usual easygoing demeanor at odds with the tension in his posture."What's got you in such a rush?" Leander asked, his voice low but carrying a note of curiosity.Wyatt closed the door softly behind him, walking across the room to join Leander by the windows. "Just came from a meeting with the board. It's about the next quarter." He paused, eyeing the glass in Leander's hand. "You're drinking already?"Leander smirked, taking another sip. "Some days, it feels necessary."Wyatt shook his head but didn't commen
As the evening stretched into night, the two friends returned to their seats, the conversation flowing easily once more. They discussed upcoming projects, potential collaborations, and their shared vision for the future. “You know,” Wyatt said, swirling the last of his whiskey, “we should do this more often. Just sit back and talk, no agendas or deadlines looming over us.” “I’d like that,” Leander said, a rare note of vulnerability in his voice. “It’s easy to lose sight of what really matters when you’re caught up in the grind.” Wyatt nodded, raising his glass. “To friendship, then. The one thing that’s worth more than all the deals in the world.” Leander clinked his glass against Wyatt’s, the sound ringing out like a promise.The conversation deepened as the night drew on, the city lights sparkling in the background. Leander and Wyatt, though often consumed by the corporate grind, rarely afforded themselves these moments of unguarded honesty. This was one of those nights.Wyatt l
As the evening stretched into night, the two friends returned to their seats, the conversation flowing easily once more. They discussed upcoming projects, potential collaborations, and their shared vision for the future. “You know,” Wyatt said, swirling the last of his whiskey, “we should do this more often. Just sit back and talk, no agendas or deadlines looming over us.” “I’d like that,” Leander said, a rare note of vulnerability in his voice. “It’s easy to lose sight of what really matters when you’re caught up in the grind.” Wyatt nodded, raising his glass. “To friendship, then. The one thing that’s worth more than all the deals in the world.” Leander clinked his glass against Wyatt’s, the sound ringing out like a promise.The conversation deepened as the night drew on, the city lights sparkling in the background. Leander and Wyatt, though often consumed by the corporate grind, rarely afforded themselves these moments of unguarded honesty. This was one of those nights.Wyatt l
The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the expansive terrace of Wyatt’s penthouse. The panoramic view of the city was breathtaking, with skyscrapers reflecting the sun’s brilliance and the streets below teeming with life. Leander leaned back in one of the plush armchairs, a tumbler of whiskey resting on the table in front of him. Across from him, Wyatt lounged in his usual carefree manner, his tie loosened and the top button of his shirt undone.“So,” Wyatt began, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “how’s Brianna handling your new found glory as a corporate savior?”Leander chuckled, shaking his head. “She’s proud, of course, but she keeps reminding me not to let it get to my head. Says she doesn’t want to live with an ego the size of this penthouse.”Wyatt laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “Smart woman. You’d be insufferable if you started taking yourself too seriously.”“Says the man who had a custom portrait commissioned for his office,” Leander shot back, smirking.