The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 839

"Head over to Sinclair Group to discuss the handling of this debacle," Leopold tossed out nonchalantly before hopping in his car and speeding off.

Amelia hesitated for a moment. Unease still washed over her so she decided to drive behind him.

Leopold arrived at Sinclair Group, but rather than seeking out Lysander, he made a beeline for the Public Relations department.

Typically, it was their job to handle such incidents.

Leopold laid out his case to the head of PR, "A smartphone manufactured by Sinclair Group malfunctioned, causing the deaths of two workers. You need to release a statement immediately, acknowledge your shortcomings, and compensate the families of the deceased with a billion dollars each."

The PR head was in a pickle. Releasing such a statement would be akin to admitting that Sinclair Group was responsible for the faulty product, and consequently, the fatalities.

This would undoubtedly tarnish the company's reputation, cause their stocks to plummet, and bring a wave of negative publicity.

It wasn't just a matter of two billion dollars; it would put the entire reputation of Sinclair Group at stake.

The decision was beyond his pay grade.

As he grappled with the dilemma, Lysander walked in. The tension in the room instantly spiked.

Upon seeing Lysander, Leopold's demeanor hardened.

"Lysander," he began sternly, "are you reluctant to have the Sinclair Group release a statement to take the toll?"

Lysander's gaze was piercing and intense as he retorted, "Is this your well-thought-out solution?"

Leopold locked eyes with Lysander’s piercing and adamant gaze. His heart sank.

At that moment, Amelia rushed into the office. Noticing the standoff between Leopold and Lysander, she asked in a nervous tone, "What's going on? Is there anything so serious that you two, uncle and nephew, need to confront each other like this?"

Upon seeing Amelia, Leopold's fists clenched at his sides; his jaw set and a hint of redness clouded his amber eyes.

The reporters up front shrieked and scrambled back.

Through the fleeing crowd, Thalassa caught sight of the fallen figure - a man with short, chestnut hair that shimmered under the sun. But the splatters of blood oozed from his scalp quickly marred the beautiful sight.

The figure, the hair, it was all too familiar.

Thalassa froze in disbelief while she was staring at the horrific scene before her. It wasn't until the crowd had dispersed that the reality of the situation hit her.

It wasn't until everyone had backed away that she stumbled forward with a plummeted heart.

She stumbled forward, her legs giving way as she fell to her knees before she got near to the man lying motionlessly in front of her.

Her breath hitched, her heart felt constricted, her body numb, and her face pale. A sharp pain wrenched her heart as she gazed at the lifeless body of Leopold.