Chapter 541
Lysander took a drag on his cigar, his deep gaze falling upon the school principal, “I’m here to enroll my kids, so no need for formalities.”
Lysander had kids?
And the kids were enrolling in his preschool?
The principal was shocked; cold sweat was trickling down his back.
Lysander, one of the most influential and respected figures in Starhaven, had his own kids; and the news didn’t reach Starhaven’s finest preschool on time.
Since he got kids, the Starhaven International Kindergarten would undoubtedly be the first choice on his list.
Everyone was trying to curry favor with Lysander, the most prestigious one in the Starhaven, Yet, the principal was only just finding out about them. That was completely negligent, shameful, and nerve-wracking.
The principal’s cold sweat was cascading as he nervously stuttered, “Which one is Mr. Sinclair’s child? I’ll make sure the teachers give them special attention.”
“Not one, four.” Lysander exhaled a smoke ring, his demeanor was relaxed yet stern.
Four children, all around four years old, were led in by a bodyguard. Each of them was strikingly good-looking, more so than any child in their school.
The principal was once again blindsided; his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
Lysander had kids, and he had four.
He didn’t know about a single one of them, which was a complete failure as a principal.
His information network was lacking.
The principal’s voice was shaky, whether from excitement or fear, “Alright, alright, four. I’ll have the teachers meet them right away…”
Then he was about to exhort the teachers waiting in line behind him.
Lysander’s voice rang out, “No rush. Each of my children has their own talents so they need to be in different classes.”
Starhaven International Kindergarten was not only top-notch in terms of its teaching staff, but it also focused on nurturing the unique talents of each child, providing a personalized education.
In the end, Atticus was placed in the tech class, Dorian in performing arts, Elowen in culinary, and Sophia in antique appreciation.
Once everything was arranged, Lysander turned his powerful gaze on the principal, “Gather all the shareholders. I want to have a meeting.”
His tone was authoritative, as if he owned the place.
He just called for a meeting like that, as if he was in his own company.
The principal quickly nodded, “Yes, right away.”
On either side of the conference table sat the kindergarten’s shareholders, with Lysander sitting at the head.
It was as if he owned the place and everyone else merely worked under him.
As Lysander brought the ashtray closer to him, the glass ashtray was sliding across the wooden table, making a noise that heightened everyone’s tension.
Lysander stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, his deep gaze sweeping across the shareholders present.
Each of your holds a certain number of shares, and I want to buy them all. My assistant has been monitoring the market value of the preschool. I’m giving you the space to negotiate.”
He was merely informing them that he intended to buy their shares and take over the kindergarten, not asking for their opinions.
The shareholders looked at each other; the tense atmosphere became even more stifling.
“Don’t be silent. Just feel free to negotiate. I have all the time in the world.”Lysander added.
With that, he lit another cigar, smoke billowing around him like a cold mist..
He claimed to have all the time in the world, but the shareholders didn’t dare waste his valuable time.
The Thorne Group was acquired by the Sinclair Group without a penny spent. Instead, the Thornes paid millions just to let the Sinclair Group take them over. Everybody knew that
If they angered Lysander, their kindergarten could be the next Thorne Group.
Who would dare make him wait?
After whispering among themselves, the principal, on behalf of everyone, cautiously spoke, “Our kindergarten is the best in Starhaven, with the finest staff, sensible management, and has nurtured many valuable talents. Its current market value is 500 million, and the shareholders receive dividends based on their shares…”
Lysander’s eyes fell on the principal, who immediately fell silent, his heart pounding.
Did I say something wrong? He thought.