The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Sybil reached out her shaky hand to welcome Lysander, “Lysander, you’re here. Let me have a look at

you”

Lysander walked up to the bed, with Zephyr kindly giving up his spot.

Sitting by the bed, Lysander took Sybil’s hand, “What did the doctor say? Is her condition serious?”

Earlier on the phone, Lysander had flat out denied his grandfather’s suggestion to return home and dis

cuss marriage arrangements with

Charlotte

Using his dislike for children as an excuse, he suggested that they adopt from an orphanage instead.

His intention was just to get his grandparents off his back about getting hitched, he never intended for it

to upset his grandma.

But now that his grandma ended up in the hospital due to the stress, Lysander felt both heartache and

a sense of guilt.

When Lysander was little, his parents passed away in an accident. It was his grandparents who raised

him and taught him everything

His grandma meant the world to him.

“Grandma’s fine, it’s just an old ailment acting up again. A drip

will do the trick,” Sybil said, holding his hand tightly and smiling kindly.

“Your grandma is worried about you. You’re thirty already, still not married. Both your grandma and I are

concerned. Get married earlier, have kids earlier. While we’re still fit, we could help with the kids, would

n’t that be great?” Zephyr frowned at Lysander from the side.

Hearing this, Sybil chimed in, squeezing his hand

gently, “Yes, Lysander, you’re not getting any younger. It’s time you think about the important things in li

fe. Charlotte is a good girl, and you two have been engaged since childhood.”

Saying this, Sybil turned to look at Charlotte, who was standing not far from the bed.

Catching the hint, Charlotte walked over, sweetly calling out, “Grandma.”

Though Charlotte wasn’t the most striking beauty among the rich girls, she had big eyes and a pointed

chin, similar to the popular influencer look. But her petite figure, curvy body, and ample assets made he Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

r irresistible to men.

Today she wore a high–

end designer’s fall collection black wrap mini skirt that showed off her slender legs, making her skin loo

k even more smooth and radiant.

She wore a luxury brand’s short white fur coat on top, her curly hair cascading over her shoulders, her

makeup delicate, and her body radiating a sweet scent.

With her stunning white

high heels, she was a sight to behold a socialite built by money, exuding wealth everywhere she went.

“What a good girl,” Sybil

said upon hearing Charlotte’s voice, her smile even warmer, “Come over here, dear.”

Charlotte obediently walked over, standing very close to Lysander on his right. Her Barbie–

like eyes sneakily stole a glance at him.

liercing

His profile was stern and cold, with sharp features and piercing eyes. He was incredibly handsome.

He exuded a masculine charm that was full of sexual tension.

Just a quick glance at him, and Charlotte’s heart was pounding like a wild deer, as if it was going

to burst out of her chest.

She didn’t hide her feelings, squatting by Sybil’s bed, deliberately leaning towards Lysander.

Her arm brushed against Lysander’s knee.

Lysander shot her a glance with his deep black eyes, calmly moving his leg away, maintaining a distanc

e.

Charlotte wasn’t discouraged, her face full of sweet smiles, looking at Sybil.

Sybil, having experienced the ups and downs of life, saw through Charlotte’s little actions like a book. S

he knew exactly what the girl was thinking: Charlotte had a big crush on Lysander.

Sybil wanted

to play matchmaker, reaching out Lysander’s hand towards Charlotte’s, “This is my grandson, your futu

re husband.”

Just as their hands were about to touch, Lysander suddenly grabbed his grandma’s hand.

He placed his grandma’s hand by his side, gently wrapping both his hands around hers, a doting expre

ssion on his face, “Grandma, Ms. Ravensong is still young. It’s not appropriate to discuss these things.”