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

not eaten since morning and had expended quite some energy, he

table, elegantly cutting into his steak with his cutlery.

just as he took

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

Sinclair, can I leave now? My

that she was worried about

head, his gaze sweeping over her from top to bottom.

black shirt, she was rolling up the

The shirt barely covered her thighs; her long, slender legs were looking

an unintentional allure.

allowed you to

other staff turned away instantly

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

clothes to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in

air, he stood up quickly. His towering figure cast

as he seized her wrist and pulled