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.

in their tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s neck. Yet, fearing his icy authority, they all bowed

stern and intimidating.

since morning and had expended quite some energy,

the table, elegantly cutting into

just as he

the manor unseen. But she found him

Sinclair, can I leave now? My mother

was worried about picking up

head, his gaze sweeping over her from top to

in his black shirt, she was rolling up the long

cinching her waist was accentuating her petite figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs;

was an

allowed you to

in Lysander’s voice, Fitch and the other staff turned

glance from others was seen as

had no clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a bed sheet instead?”

hung in the air, he stood up

seized her