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.

bustling about setting the table and polishing the silverware, froze in their tracks as they caught sight

was stern and

expended quite some

elegantly

the staircase just as he took

on darting out of the manor unseen. But she found him

body tensed as she approached him, “Mr. Sinclair, can I leave

him that she was worried about picking

sweeping

his black shirt, she was rolling up the long sleeves and revealing her slender, pale

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

was an

face darkened, “Who allowed

Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to busy

glance from others

Was I supposed to wrap myself in a

hung in the air, he stood up quickly. His

he seized her wrist and