The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1860

With a loud bang that turned every head in the room, Payton stormed in flanked by two bodyguards, his presence commanding and fierce. It was clear the door had been kicked open by one of Payton's men.

Payton's gaze was sharp as a knife, slicing through the air to fix on Wyatt with a hostility that was palpable. Wyatt, despite his bravado, couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear under that menacing stare. He knew Payton had overheard his earlier comments. That hostile glare was an unmistakable threat.

Although Wyatt was a director in the finance department, his shares were minimal, and he was wary of the Sinclair family's influence. Payton's glare sent a chill down his spine, instilling a sense of fear.

However, Payton only allowed his gaze to linger on Wyatt for a few seconds before shifting his focus and walking directly towards Lysander. Lysander, maintaining an air of indifference, didn't even acknowledge Payton, his deep gaze fixed on the far end of the conference table.

Without a seat, Payton signaled to his bodyguard with a look. Understanding immediately, the guard fetched a chair and placed it beside Lysander. Payton sat down arrogantly, positioning himself at an equal level with Lysander, his fierce gaze sweeping over everyone at the table, silencing them.

In a voice laced with suppressed anger, Payton spoke, "What were you all discussing before I arrived? As if anything you say matters without me here." His tone was clearly accusatory.

"Payton, we were just catching up," Trenton chimed in with a smile, attempting to defuse the situation. "The shareholders' meeting only holds weight with our rightful CEO presiding. It's your presence that gives it significance."

"Exactly," Payton concluded. "Whatever was said before I got here is irrelevant."

"Is that so? Perhaps it's your current words that are the least significant," Lysander countered coolly, his low, magnetic voice cutting through the tension.

Exiting the investment was far more complicated than entering it. And his family's livelihood depended on the Sinclair group's dividends. Without them, they might as well be left out in the cold.

Wyatt's voice trembled slightly as he retorted, "Payton, you have no right to dictate whether I sell my shares or not!"

"So, you think you have the right to meddle with the CEO position?" Payton shot back.

"Enough!" Lysander finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the escalating argument.