Princess Brianna found herself bothered by Aria’s visit, her mind focused on security concerns. As they moved into a spacious visitor’s room with Aria ahead of them. She turned to look at Master Crowley, whispering into his ears, her laced with disdain. “Sorry for saying this. You shouldn't have brought her here. You know, I don't just allow anyone to see me. I don't even know her.”Wyatt noticed the tension in Brianna’s voice and quickly shook his head, offering a sincere apology. "Oh, sorry for that, Princess."Brianna averted her gaze from Wyatt, her eyes fixing straight ahead as she watched Aria enter the visitor's room. “Uh, Wyatt. You don't need to apologize; I was only reminding you.”“Alright, princess,” Wyatt nodded in acknowledgement, his tone firm and polite.Upon entering the visitor's room, Aria couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer opulence in front of her. The room was filled with gentle sunlight pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view
Brianna nodded slowly, her mind racing back to her time at Etherium University. “You know, I wouldn’t put it past her. Camila has always been... heartless. I remember when she tried to poison Leander back in university. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s involved in this too.”“Hmm... I trust you because you will always tell the truth,” Wyatt considered her words.“And now, with Leander missing, she could be taking advantage of the situation. If she has the black card, who knows what she could do with it?” Concern was evident in Brianna’s voice, along with steely determination.Wyatt sighed, finally conceding. “Ahh, you’re right. Camila is capable of anything. And that means we should locate the card to stop them from accessing the funds.”As she considered the possibilities, Brianna’s eyes narrowed in concentration. “That is true.” “If the card was used, we track it down to the last detail. We need to know who had it and where it was used. If Camila was involved, it would lead us str
A few hours later, Damian arrived at the Goldstein family mansion to meet Princess Brianna, despite finding multiple excuses not to visit her after she had called. When he realized Brianna was angry about his hesitation, he changed his mind and decided to honor her request.As he approached Princess Brianna, who was in the garden near the mansion, a wave of fear and anxiety surged through him as he noticed several law enforcement agencies and a few high-profile individuals present. He didn't know how she would react to him initially refusing to meet her. He felt trapped in a dilemma, with Rex expecting the remaining funds obtained from Leander's black card, while Princess Brianna was asking him to assist in tracing where the money had gone.When he was almost near her, Brianna raised her head to look at him. Upon reaching her, Damian greeted her, his face tinged with a hint of guilt. "Princess, good day!"He bowed slightly. "I sincerely apologize if I annoyed you earlier."However, Da
A week ago, at 6 AM, the FBI raided Rex's residence to arrest him for his involvement in the incident with Leander. But after a thorough search, they came up empty. Rex was nowhere to be found.At the same time, the FBI raided Rex's parents’ home in one of the city's most expensive estates. His absence there only fueled suspicions of his guilt. However, they did manage to arrest Brayden, Richard, Sebastian, and a few others.With a clear Intel that Rex was set to depart for Turkey today, it was the break the FBI had been waiting for. They didn't hesitate to act.Agent Daniels, a seasoned FBI operative, paced in the command center. The tension in the room was thick as they tracked Rex's movements through various surveillance feeds."He is now heading to the private terminal," an analyst informed, eyes fixed to the screen.Daniel nodded, his mind racing. "Alright, everyone. We move in fast and clean.”Outside the terminal, a convoy of black SUVs pulled up quietly. Agents, dressed in tac
It was no longer a rumor—Leander was indeed alive. The kidnappers, frustrated and angered by their inability to access the funds from Leander’s black card, had finally revealed the truth. The confirmation came just days after Rex was arrested by the FBI.Speaking out about Leander’s status, the kidnappers admitted he was with them, sound and healthy. When the money they were expecting wasn’t sent, their plans fell apart. The rift among them, caused by Rex’s arrest, led to their determination to expose the truth.With the authorities now informed about Leander’s situation, the kidnappers felt the pressure intensify. They were forced to abandon their original plans because they couldn’t keep Leander’s location secret and were at risk of being caught.The authorities negotiated with these criminals, who are typically based in Mexico and associated with the underworld, for a peaceful release of Leander. They organized a convoy to escort him home as a way to meet the terms of the deal.The
Leander is now about to visit Willowbrook Estate, where his family mansion stood. His relatives and several high-profile guests had already gathered for the party to celebrate his return.His car was escorted by convoys, and as he approached the estate, the gates swung open. Luxury cars lined the driveway, while soft music and the heavy presence of royal guards and secret service agents filled the air.The cars screeched to a halt. One of the bodyguards quickly exited and opened the back door. Exuding a great aura, Leander stepped out, adjusting his suit jacket.At the entrance, the new butler stood, bowing slightly before leading him inside. The main hall buzzed with the chatter of guests, the clinking of glasses, and a soft hum of excitement.“It is good to have you back, Leander,” a voice called from the crowd. It was his uncle, Mr. Thompson. He extended his hand, a smile playing on his lips.“Good to see you, Uncle,” Leander replied, shaking his hand firmly.As they walked further
Leander stepped out of his sleek Lamborghini Urus after his bodyguards opened the door. While stepping out of the car, he fixed his suit and took in the sight of the opulent cars in the parking area. Princess Brianna’s car was the one that caught everyone’s attention, with royal guards and secret service convoys by its side.As Leander proceeded towards his destination, he was met by uniformed staff who greeted him with a warm smile. “Mr. Goldstein, welcome,” the staff member said, bowing slightly.Leander, looking slightly puzzled, responded, “Thank you. Could you please direct me to the venue of the birthday feast?”The staff member quickly provided the directions, and soon, Leander and his bodyguards arrived at the hall.As they entered, Leander couldn’t help but marvel at the opulence surrounding him. Above, the ceilings towered, adorned with crystal-laden chandeliers that illuminated the room with a lavish, inviting radiance. Countless balloons floated gracefully above, their vi
Suddenly, a figure who appeared to be familiar to Leander approached in front of Leander. It was none other than Camila and Ethan, his boyfriend. Squinting darkly, he was clearly shocked by her presence. He thought she was being detained by the FBI considering the issues related to his assassination attempt.“Aagh, darling,” Vivian stood up from her seat and went to hug Camila and exchange greetings as well.“Happy birthday to you, dear,” Camila smiled at her as she placed her hands on Vivian's shoulders.“Uh, come have a seat!” Vivian ushered both Camila and Ethan to two empty seats, which were beside Leander, her expression cordial and unwavering.Camila sensed a pang of fear in her as she sighted Leander, who was focused on the meal in front of him. That action alone showed that Leander doesn't acknowledge her presence at all. Ethan was eager to sit first, but Camila couldn't do that immediately. Her heart was racing like a car,a wave of fear and unease crashing on her. “Are you o
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.