The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 502

In Royal Estates.

Fitch and the house staff had prepared a sumptuous dinner, each dish meticulously arranged on the dining table.

Lysander, tall and imposing, descended the staircase.

He was clad in a charcoal silk robe, the fabric shimmering under the crystal chandelier was just like the cool aura he exuded.

Even in lounge wear, he managed to evoke a sense of grandeur and luxury.

As he descended, Fitch turned to him and said with respect, “Sir, your dinner is served…”

His words trailed off as he noticed something odd about Lysander’s neck. He froze, fear and apprehension clouding his face.

Lysander noticed Fitch’s erratic look and frowned in irritation, “What are you looking at?”

“Oh, nothing. Please enjoy your meal,” Fitch quickly bowed his head and retreated.

polishing the silverware, froze in their tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s neck. Yet, fearing his icy authority, they all bowed their heads in silence and

was stern and intimidating.

and had expended quite some energy,

elegantly cutting into

just as he

had planned on darting out of the manor unseen. But she found him now slowly enjoying his dinner

approached him, “Mr. Sinclair, can I

worried about picking up their child,

sweeping over her from top

she was rolling up the long sleeves and

petite figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs; her long, slender legs were looking

was an unintentional

“Who allowed you to

in Lysander’s voice, Fitch and the other

Lysander’s woman; even a glance from others was seen as an offense.

to wear. Was I

stood up quickly. His towering figure cast a shadow over

heart as he seized her