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.

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

was stern

and had expended quite some energy, he was

at the table, elegantly cutting

hurriedly descended the staircase just as he took

was out, she had planned on darting out of the manor unseen.

I leave now? My mother

was worried about picking up their child, could

sweeping over her from top to

up the long sleeves and revealing her slender,

figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs;

an unintentional

darkened, “Who allowed you to dress

Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to busy

woman; even a glance from others was seen as an offense.

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

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

seized her