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
Noticing Lindsey's fear as the bodyguards approached, Leander didn't hesitate to intervene, "Camila, you have to get up from that seat!”Leander gasped softly, his face exuding assurance. "Don't think you're wiser this time. What happened to Lindsey previously won't repeat itself today.”Camila's eyebrow rose as a scowl formed on her face. She was taken aback by his reaction, considering he had already agreed to let her join them.Camila's frustration was evident in her internal sigh as she asked, "Leander, what's going on?" She trailed off, her anxiety building. But before she could finish, a deep guttural voice boomed from behind."Madam, get up!" The command echoed in Camila's ears, causing fear to surge through her body. She turned and saw Leander's bodyguards dressed in all black, heavily armed.Her heart halted as she spun around to catch a glimpse of Leander. But Leander seemed indifferent, focused on his own movements.With her mouth agape, she murmured slowly, "Leander..."Hi
Lindsey smiled, shaking her head in disgust. "I can't believe you intimidated Nathan into staying away from me. Is he a criminal?"She added, "He only greeted me. Is it a crime?""Yep, always has been. But no one has ever held him accountable for his crimes." Leander arched his brow at her comments before teasingly replying."Are you kidding me?" Lindsey yelled, a touch of displeasure in her voice. "Maybe," Leander replied with a shrug. "He's a bit of a wildcard, you know? A playboy type," he said, throwing his arm around Lindsey's shoulder."I find that hard to believe. You're just trying to make him look bad. What makes you say he's a criminal?" Lindsey challenged, sighing softly and meeting Leander's gaze.Leander shook his head, taunting her in surprise and disbelief. “Lindsey, are you really that curious about him?”“Uh, well… not really!” She responded softly, her voice clear.Leander paused, searching for the right words. His eyelids dropped slowly, as if lost in thought.“Oka
Lindsey grew worried as she noticed Leander taking a different route than usual. She let out a quiet sigh, but couldn't bring herself to speak. Leander glanced at her and asked, "Is there something on your mind?"He observed Lindsey's lips slowly parting, her stern gaze striking him. "Uh-oh," she began, "why taking this route?”Leander shot back with a sly grin, "I already knew that was on your mind." He paused, then continued, drawing in a deep breath. "I'd like to show you my new mansion."Lindsey spat out, "Why won't you just stay with your mom?"Leander's smile faltered as he replied, "I needed some space, and my mom's mansion is far from my workplace. It's a big change, but I believe it's for the better."Lindsey raised an eyebrow, her curiosity deepening. "Space? From your mom? I thought you two were really close."Leander let out a sigh, his face softening. "Yeah, we're there, but sometimes you gotta make your own way, ya know? It's all part of growing up." Lindsey nodded slo
Leander's car and his bodyguard's convoy sped down the road towards Zara's new residence. They were scheduled to arrive for lunch early in the afternoon, as previously agreed upon by both parties.As Leander sped down the road, he abruptly stopped as he reached the estate where she lived. Pulling up to the gate, he honked the car horn to signal the security.A man emerged from a small opening near the gate and approached them. He walked briskly towards the window where the Leander sat.Upon arrival, Leander rolled down the tinted window to display his identification. The security guard immediately recognized him and muttered with a slight bow, "Okay, you're the Veritas Conglomerate CEO" Without further questioning.In a flash, he was back at the gate and opened it for safe passage. Leander drove his car down the long entryway road, waving to the security guard as he passed by and rolling up his window once more.After parking his car, Leander and Lindsey stepped out as his bodyguards
Leander sighed heavily, feeling confused. He wanted to humiliate her, yet the thought of hindering her dreams weighed on him. If he prevented her from participating in the talent show or collaborating with Zara, he knew he wouldn't be happy with himself.After considering the scenario, he decided he wouldn't stand in her way. This choice suggested an unexpected emotional connection between him and Camila.He then looked at Zara nervously after sipping his drink, feeling it burn his throat. “Uh, Ms. Zara, you said Camila Jennings is talented, right? If she wins the show by standing out among other participants, is it likely she will travel abroad to showcase her talent?”Zara responded boldly, her eyes fixed on the food in front of her, “Of course, I guess the winners will be granted that opportunity.”Upon hearing her response, Leander found himself at a loss for words. It became evident that he was experiencing conflicting emotions. He remembered he had agreed to support the show tha
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.