After leaving Brianna’s residence, Leander made his way to a nearby local restaurant. Fatigued from the day's events, he sank into a seat, trying to rest before confronting Rex's looming threat. He couldn't handle another attack right now.Sitting among passing customers, Leander hurriedly grabbed his phone and messaged Lindsey to ask where she was. There was no response; she was offline.Deciding it was late and his mother awaited him, Leander swiftly opened his contact app and dialed Max Masterson's number.The line clicked, and Leander was taken aback by the unfamiliar, feminine voice on the other end."Hello, am I speaking with Max?" he inquired swiftly.The voice responded, "Sorry, he is not with his phone. What do you want from him?"Frustrated, Leander asserted, "Uh, I just need to speak with him. Tell him I'm Master Leander, okay?"“Okay, hold on please,” the feminine voice boomed, soft yet authoritative.“Max, you have a caller on the line. The person needs your attention. He
Another working week had just begun when Leander's new Range Rover glided into Veritas Conglomerate headquarters. He wasn't in the car alone; two convoy vehicles flanked him.As the cars came to a halt, retired Navy SEALs, now serving as Leander's bodyguards, emerged from the convoy cars. One opened the door for Leander, while another collected his stylish Louis Vuitton bag.Leander confidently entered the Veritas Conglomerate penthouse, emanating an air of significance. His bodyguards followed closely, a silent but imposing presence. Employees scurried to and fro, creating a buzz of activity in the lobby.Upon arrival, Elaine, his assistant, warmly welcomed him with a smile. "Good morning, Master Goldstein," she said."Good morning, Elaine," Leander responded. "Do we have any meetings today?""Yes, sir. You have a meeting with Mr. Johnson in an hour," Elaine replied."Thank you, Elaine. I'll be in my office," Leander said, heading toward his workspace.He entered his office, the body
Leander, accompanied by his new team of bodyguards, arrived at the embellished event hall situated in one of the city’s most high-end hotels. He wouldn’t miss his mom’s birthday for anything. As a billionaire, he was no stranger to the grandeur that surrounded him. Overhead, the twinkling crystal lights created a lovely ambiance, illuminating the elegantly set tables that were adorned with breathtaking floral arrangements. Despite having a very important appointment earlier, he had rescheduled it to meet here.As he walked in, the hall buzzed with laughter and chatter. He spotted his mother in the center, looking radiant."Leander! Over here!" his mother called, waving him over with a warm grin.He smiled and made his way through the crowd. "Happy birthday, Mom," he said, hugging her tightly."Thank you, dear. I'm so glad you could make it," she replied, beaming."Uh, I wouldn't miss it for anything," Leander assured her. "How's the party going?""It's wonderful. Everyone's having a
After his mother left, Leander returned to the event hall, accompanied by his bodyguards. Inside the hall, he came into a familiar face surrounded by henchmen.Leander looked at her sharply before greeting her with a warm smile. “Hey there!”The lady stepped forward with a respectful grin. “Nice to meet you, Master Leander.”“Same here.""Do you like how the birthday party is going?” Leander asked, his curiosity piqued.“It’s lovely. It was amazing,” the lady replied with a sense of urgency, her face beaming with a smile.“Sorry, are you Zara Buchanan, the popular Australian actress?” Leander asked, his tone sharp.“Yes, I am,” Zara responded, extending her hand.Leander shook her hand. “It’s a pleasure. I’ve seen many of your movies. You’re quite talented.”“Thank you, Leander,” Zara said, looking genuinely pleased. They then exchanged a brief hug. “Your mother’s party was spectacular. She must be very proud of you.”“She is,” Leander replied. “Would you like to join me inside?”“I’d
Leander approached the stunning glass doors of Beacon Realty, ready to enter the city's finest land sales dealer. His heart raced, each thump fueling his determination.He intended to get the ideal estate for his mother as a symbol of his appreciation and love.Elaine, his assistant, stood by his side. She looked at him, her eyes full of confidence and eagerness."Ready, master?" she asked with a smile.Leander nodded. "Let's do this, Elaine."They stepped inside, the cool air conditioning offering immediate relief from the summer heat outside. The interior of Beacon Realty was a mix of modern elegance and luxury. The marble flooring shined in the mellow lighting, and wide windows provided a panoramic view of the cityscape.A man wearing a well-tailored suit and perfect grooming approached them. His name tag read "Mr. Harris.""Good morning, sir, madam. Welcome to Beacon Realty. How may I help you?" he asked, his tone polite and professional.Leander extended his handshakes. "Good mor
Rex's parents have finally recognized that their efforts to compel Leander and the institution to provide their son's certificate failed. They decided to sit down and have a quiet discussion with Leander. They weren't the only ones present; one of Camila's family also supported the decision. However, Leander agreed to address the issue due to their pleadings, clarifying that they were not responsible for the delay in the certificates, but rather the institution. But no one believed him. The tension was palpable in their home as Mr. and Mrs. Kensington sat across from Leander. A stern-looking man in his sixties, who happened to be Camila’s uncle, had arrived to serve as an arbitrator. Leander leaned back, with folded arms and a calm yet determined look on his face. Mr. Kensington cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Master Leander, I guess we need to resolve this issue as early as possible.” Leander sighed softly, with a sense of worry visible. "Well, the issue isn't just th
The sound of Leander’s Bugatti Tourbillon engine echoed through the busy streets as he made his way to the park where his colleagues and course mates were gathered in the festive atmosphere.Leander’s car abruptly stopped at the park in just a few minutes. The car engine’s sound grabbed everyone’s attention, and when they saw the yellow Bugatti parked outside the park, they were both surprised and eager to find out who was behind the wheel.Camila was among those who fixed their eyes on the Bugatti. She admired the car’s attractiveness but was still eager to see who had bought it.“Wow, this car is crazy!” Camila murmured, her lips parting in awe.Inside the car, Leander connected his gaze back to Camila through the tinted windows and shook his head in disgust, even though she couldn't see him.Turning to Lindsey with a soft smile, Leander said, “Lindsey, are you ready now? I'm waiting.” His clear voice echoed under the booming backdrop music.“Oh, wait... please?” Lindsey asked, hurr
Chapter 086 Marcella let out a sigh, her face determined. She pitied Camila, whose expression was gloomy. "I'm not a fan of Leander," she gritted out, "but you have to know that fighting him won't solve anything.” Camila fired back at her. "I can't bow down to him because he bought Ethereum University in the first place, despite Brianna's attempts to stop him. What was his intention?” "You and I know that I don't have answers to that." Marcella exclaimed calmly, her voice just above a whisper. Camila gulped hard and gazed at Marcella, feeling completely deceived by her words. "Ergh, don't let us pretend. Let's face reality," Camila urged, her expression unyielding as she took a sip from her glass. "He acquired the university to control our qualifications under the guise of the institution management. What does that imply? Tell me." Marcella's taunts sliced through the air, her calm voice laced with confidence as she pressed on, "Well, I need you to see that dragging this out only
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.