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.

and polishing the silverware, froze in their tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s neck. Yet,

aura was stern and intimidating.

morning and had expended quite some energy,

seat at the table, elegantly

the staircase just as he took the

on darting out of the manor unseen. But she

she approached him, “Mr. Sinclair, can I leave now? My mother called me for

she was worried about picking up their child, could she?

gaze sweeping over

the

shirt barely covered her thighs; her long, slender legs were looking so smooth and

an

“Who allowed you to dress

the anger in Lysander’s voice, Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to

a glance from others was

to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a

her words hung in the air, he stood up quickly. His towering

as he seized her wrist and pulled