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 of Lysander’s neck. Yet, fearing his icy authority, they all bowed

aura was stern and

morning and had expended quite some energy, he was indeed hungry.

his seat at the table, elegantly cutting

just as he

the manor unseen. But

Sinclair, can I

tell him that she was worried about picking up

gaze sweeping over her from top

was rolling up the long sleeves and revealing her

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

an

“Who allowed you to dress like this?”

Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to

glance from others was seen

“I had no clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself

up quickly. His towering figure cast a shadow

as he seized her wrist and pulled