“Maybe we should schedule it for another day,” Lindsey snapped, her face flushed with anger. She turned her back to him, crossing her arms tightly.Mr. Whitman grabbed his checkbook and waved it in front of her. “Just thirty million dollars, okay?”She glared at him. “Unlock it. Now.”“Or you won’t like how this ends,” Lindsey shot back.As the door clicked open, she shot him a final, cold glance. “Good night, Mr. Whitman.” She walked out, leaving him behind without a second thought.Lindsey left Mr. Whitman’s suite, her heart racing as she returned to her suite. She felt unsettled after the encounter with Mr. Whitman but recognized the need to prioritize her focus.Trying to calm herself, she decided to call room service for some tea to help her relax.When she dialed the front desk, the receptionist answered, “How can I help you?”“I-I, uh, this is Lindsey Hughes in the presidential suite. Could I please have some tea sent up to my room?”There was a brief pause, then the receptioni
Leander arrived at the hotel with his henchmen the day after the conference had commenced. His face etched with curiosity and concern, he walked boldly into the reception area, his presence commanding attention.Approaching the receptionist, he demanded, “I’m Leander Goldstein. I booked a presidential suite for my guest, Lindsey Hughes, yesterday.”The receptionist raised an eyebrow but nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes, sir. You’re all set.”Leander turned away without another word, his mind racing with thoughts of what Lindsey had promised to reveal. With his henchmen matching his stride, he headed to the elevator, which took him to Lindsey’s floor. Upon reaching her suite, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number.“Hello, dear! I’m at the door,” Leander said as he stood outside.Moments later, the door opened. Seeing Lindsey safe, Leander let out a deep sigh of relief, his pulse racing. They embraced tightly.“Are you okay, Lindsey?” he asked, his concern evident.Lindsey nodded, he
Leander, regaining his composure, went to the hotel manager's office alongside Lindsey. Upon entering the office, Leander shot the manager a deadly gaze, goading him into submission.Leander, trying to identify the figure before him, asked sharply, “Uh, you were the man that came around earlier claiming that we should solve the issue in your office, right?”Taking a deep gasp, the manager glanced at Leander, unable to resist his intense gaze, before beseeching softly, “Yeah, sir. We genuinely apologize for the inconvenience; it won't happen again.”The manager looked helplessly at his assistant, who stepped in, addressing Lindsey directly. “Ms. Hughes, we are truly sorry. We take our guests' safety very seriously. We’ll handle this immediately.”Leander’s eyes narrowed. “Handle what? You should’ve handled it before it even happened. Your failure is unacceptable.”Leander bellowed, grabbing the chair in front of him and sitting down quickly, “Keep your apology to yourself. It’s worthl
With their hands clasped tightly after getting out of a Lamborghini Urus, Leander and Lindsey, along with Elaine, walked straight into a high-end car dealership, the grandeur of the showroom coming into view. The building's glass facade reflected the city's skyline, hinting at the opulence that is inside. The dealership was renowned for its collection of luxury cars, and Leander had arranged a private viewing for the day.Upon setting foot in the dealer shop, a smartly dressed concierge approached them, wearing a friendly smile. "Mr. Goldstein, Ms. Hughes, welcome. We have the Maybach S 600 Pullman ready for you.”Leander offered a polite nod, and the concierge led them into the showroom. The air conditioners kept their skin warmer by generating a refreshing breeze in the midst of the summer heat. Yet, the showroom’s interior exudes elegance and sophistication, featuring pristine white walls and a polished marble floor. At the center was the Mercedes-Maybach S 600 Pullman, showcased
Lindsey nodded, feeling the warmth of his reassurance. "Alright, I'll try not to worry."Leander took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. "But there's more, Lindsey."She looked up, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "More?""I've also arranged for a private security team to be with you at all times," he revealed, his tone unwavering. "Your safety is more important to me. I still can't believe what Mr. Whitman did to you; it's the least expected from a friend.”Lindsey's eyes widened in surprise. "Private security? Leander, that seems a bit much."He gently cupped her face, his eyes earnest. "I can't always be with you, Lindsey. I need to know you're protected. This isn't just about the money or the security—it's about peace of mind. For both of us, okay?.”She placed her hand over his, understanding his deep concern. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me. But you know, I don't want to feel trapped or watched all the time."Leander nodded with a soft sigh, his expressio
Much to Camila’s surprise, Leander was still waiting for her in the seating area even after twenty minutes had passed. Frustration consumed her as she tried to understand why he was so determined to meet with her.Camila turned to Naomi, her expression stern but curious. "What does Leander need from me?"Naomi shrugged, letting out a heavy sigh. "I don't know why he insisted on seeing you. I guess he's annoyed because you're delaying him."Camila closed the document in front of her, clearly irritated as she furrowed her brows. "Something must be wrong with him. This isn't the first time he's come to me with nothing meaningful to say.”Naomi raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Boss?"Camila glanced back, softening her tone slightly. "What, Naomi?"Naomi hesitated before continuing, "Maybe there's more to this visit than we think."Camila sighed, rubbing her temples, but was reluctant. "Fine. Let’s get this over with.”William Campbell, the owner of Liam Motors, raised his head f
“What?” Camila's lips parted in disbelief as she shouted, holding her breath so as not to shriek. “Is this some kind of play, Mr. Campbell?” Caught off guard, she asked, still unable to believe what he said.“No, Ms. Jennings, it's not. To be sure of what I’m saying, he wore the same leather jacket he came with at that charity gala.” Mr. Campbell hinted at Leander, his expression steady.Leander, who stood in front of Camila, looked at her with a triumphant gaze as she couldn't say a word, her legs shaking weakly in the same spot.But then Camila turned to Mr. Campbell, lamenting, “Why didn't you reveal that Leander was the mysterious investor, the owner of the private equity firm I was looking for?” She wore a deep frown, her expression gloomy, as she blamed Mr. Campbell.However, Mr. Campbell didn't hesitate to wave off her accusation, as he stated, “Ms. Jennings, I told you the other day that I was informed the man wore a leather jacket, so I didn't know it was young master Goldste
That moment felt like a nightmare to Camila as her gaze roamed over the documents on the table.She looked at Leander pitifully, hoping to earn some kindness from him. But Leander didn't hesitate. “Sign it, Camila.”Her hands shook, and as she reached to sign, the pen slipped from her grasp. A mixture of uncertainty and disdain shrouded her face.“If you would give me one last chance, I would be very happy, Leander. Honestly, I didn't mean... I didn't mean all those abuses and insults,” she whispered softly.Leander's lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Too late for that, Camila. The damage is done.” He turned away from her, walking toward the door. “You’ll continue to receive my support, but not because you begged for it. Just consider it a parting gift, from me to you.”She reached out again, her fingers brushing his sleeve. “Leander, please—”He pulled away, his voice final. “Enough, Camila. Sign this; otherwise, I won't leave.” He walked out after getting a call, leaving her standi