Chapter 564

Lysander stared at the tablet in his hand. His eyes swiftly scanned the jumping letters and numbers that represented lines of code.

After a few seconds, the words “Bug Fixed Successfully” popped up on the screen.

Lysander’s expression was as dark as a stormy sky, and his sharp, chilling eyes turned towards the boy sitting in the chair.

Atticus was about to reach for his own tablet when he met Lysander’s gaze. It was a gaze as deep and terrifying as a black hole.

Despite being a mere four-year-old, even the most mature and brave child would have instinctively feared such an intense look.

Atticus’ young and innocent eyes flickered with fear, and he nervously fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

He had hacked into the financial department of The Sinclair Group and been caught red-handed by Lysander. What was he to do then?

Lysander said nothing. His gaze was fixated on Atticus.

One look was worth a thousand words.

“Mr. Sinclair, is there something you find unsatisfactory about our class?” asked the technology teacher.

His voice was shaky as he attempted to maintain a polite smile Everyone knew that Lysander was planning to buy the kindergarten. As the soon-to-be owner, his mere presence was enough to strike fear into the hearts of others.

The teacher was visibly on edge, and his back was drenched in sweat as Lysander turned his icy gaze towards him.

The look was enough to send shivers down the teacher’s spine. His knees nearly buckled under the pressure.

David stepped forward, whispering to the teacher, “Please escort the rest of the students out of the classroom.”

The teacher nodded, quickly and efficiently guiding the other children out of the room.

David and the tech team also left, leaving only Lysander and Atticus alone in the classroom.

Lysander tossed the tablet onto the wooden desk. The sound of it hitting the surface echoed in the silent room, startling Atticus.

“Explain to me where the ten million from The Sinclair Group’s financial department went Lysander asked. He maintained a voice as calm as he could have mustered.

“I sent it to Mom’s bank account, Atticus mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lysander’s eyebrows twitched. His heart pounded at the revelation.

The four-year-old had managed to outsmart a team of electronic experts, breaking through The Sinclair Group’s firewall and successfully hacking into their financial department. Lysander was both angry and excited. No one had ever managed to break through The Sinclair Group’s electronic defenses, let alone oppose him.

His competitors were either defeated by him or joined his team. And then, his own son had done what none of them had been able to achieve.