Following the completion of the camera shots, Antonio gave the signal to wrap up the session, and everyone moved away from their positions, exchanging smiles filled with delight.Leander approached Arthur Carnegie, his expression filled with gratitude. “Thank you once again for this incredible honor and the opportunity. I’ve had a great time with you all.”Arthur gave a nod of acknowledgment, his eyes warm. “It’s been a pleasure, Leander. We’re thrilled to have you here with us.”Leander shifted his attention to Emma and Robert, who were among the family members and elites standing nearby. With cordial smiles and his eyes gleaming with excitement as he raised the trophy. “Mr. and Mrs. Robert and Emma, and the entire Carnegie family, this wouldn't have been possible without each and every one of you.”William looked at Leander, nodding in affirmation. “You're welcome, Master Goldstein.”Leander’s thoughts were racing. The award, the leadership role, the equity stake—everything was hap
Leander, who has always valued his daily routine, decided to make another attempt, as usual. Despite his hectic schedule, he always made time to go to the gym. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could push his limits and clear his mind as well. Today, he decided to bring Lindsey along. She enjoyed working out, and Leander liked having her by his side, even in the gym.The gym they headed to was exclusive, catering to high-profile clients who value privacy and a top-notch facility. Upon entering without his security details, Leander was met with the familiar sights and sounds - the hum of a treadmill, the clinking of weights, and a low murmur of conversation from a group of athletes nearby.Lindsey, who is not used to visiting a gym, looked around, impressed by the installation in the facility. Realizing she was not matching his strides as their hands clasped tightly, Leander turned to look at Lindsey, grabbing her attention. He let out a soft sigh as he raised her chin towards h
In the car, Lindsey reached over and touched his cheek gently. “I’ve never seen you fight that before.”Leander gave her a rueful smile, his hand covering hers. “Yes. I've never been pushed like that before. The guy is an idiot. But I won’t let it happen again.”As they walked towards the exit, Lindsey looked up at him, her eyes filled with admiration and a hint of amusement. “You handled that man well.”Leander smirked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Well, I tried.”Lindsey brushed stray hair behind her ear, her brows knitting together with concern. “Why should that man fight someone like you? It seems unusual.”Leander shrugged, glancing around to make sure they were still alone. “You know, I’m less popular. I just decided to live a low-key, billionaire lifestyle. Not revealing my status on the internet has made many not know me.”Lindsey nodded thoughtfully, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm. "It’s probably for the best. Less drama, more privacy."Leander chuckled so
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
A few moments later, Mr. Whitman decided to call him. With his phone ringing, Leander, at first hesitant, decided to pick up the call, raising the phone to his ear.Taking a deep breath, Leander answered the call. "Hello, Mr. Whitman," he said, his voice measured."Leander," Mr. Whitman began, his tone unusually humble. "I know I've made mistakes. I'm calling to apologize personally and to ask for your help. Ah, my company is in serious trouble."Mr. Whitman hesitated, then sighed. "You're right, Leander. I should have handled it better."Leander's expression softened slightly. "Okay, good. Make things right with her, and then we'll talk." He ended the call, staring at the phone for a moment before setting it down with a sigh.Mr. Whitman's deep gasp echoed through the phone as he was shocked by Leander's request. He never wanted to beg Lindsey as a lady because it was almost embarrassing for him to beg her."Are you still there?" Leander asked sharply as Mr. Whitman remained silent.
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
Leander was in his sleek office, going over the latest reports from his business ventures when his assistant, Elaine, arrived with a crisp envelope. “This just arrived, Leander. It's an invitation from the royal palace.” He glanced at the envelope, his jaw tightening. Because the royals were always caught up in the conspiracy of his inheritance, he had little desire to socialize with them. Yet, King Alexander IV's seal on the envelope meant he couldn’t ignore it. Taking a deep breath, he opened the letter, reading the elegant script inside: “Dear Mr. Goldstein, You are cordially invited to a private gathering at the royal palace tomorrow evening. Your presence would be greatly appreciated. Yours sincerely, King Alexander IV” Leander sighed, leaning back in his chair. Declining a royal invitation was not an option, especially if he wanted to maintain his business and social standing. Yet, the idea of socializing with those who had plotted against him was unappealing. “Elaine, 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