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
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
Taking advantage of his leisure hour, Leander entered an upscale electronic store and immediately became the center of attention. He had decided to get a new work tool to replace the one he was already using.Upon entering the electronic store, you are greeted by a spacious, well-lit environment. Overhead LED lights create a reflection on the floor’s sleek, polished tiles. Various electronic devices create a soft hum in the air.Despite this, the store manager promptly recognized Leander as a significant customer. With a mix of respect and enthusiasm, he rushed over. “You’re welcome to the best electronic store, Mr. Goldstein. How may I help you?”Leander offered a polite nod. “Good afternoon. I'm here to get a new laptop and a phone. I need the best models you have in stock.”The store manager replied, “Uh, of course, sir. You can get any model of your choice in our store.”“Well, I would prefer an Apple or Samsung product,” Leander said, showing little enthusiasm.“Alright, sir. Rig
Leander was sitting in his office at the penthouse headquarters of Veritas Conglomerates. Half of the working day had already passed. He felt less busy as he leaned back in his chair, his head resting limply. Staring at the Apple MacBook in front of him, he decided to turn it off and find something else to do. Something interesting. Still pondering, he closed the lid of his computer. Taking a deep breath, he looked around and glanced at the time again. He then stood up and reached out to the espresso machine nearby to grab a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Returning to his seat, Lindsey began ringing in his mind. He felt that, if she were with him, there was no way he would be bored. But he couldn’t leave his office because he needed to supervise some new projects before he left. Leander grabbed the cup on the table and sipped gently, taking a deep sigh of relief to shake off the feelings and thoughts. Still, they kept coming back, leaving him with no choice but to open his laptop ag