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.

froze in their tracks as they caught sight of Lysander’s neck. Yet, fearing

stern and

expended quite some energy, he was indeed hungry.

at the table, elegantly cutting into his steak with

descended the staircase just as he took

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

“Mr. Sinclair, can I leave now? My mother called me

him that she was worried about picking up

his gaze sweeping over

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

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

was an unintentional

allowed you to

Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to busy

from

Was I supposed to wrap myself

air, he stood up quickly. His towering figure cast a shadow

seeped into Thalassa’s heart as he seized her wrist and pulled her upstairs.