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.

members, who had been 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 their heads in silence

aura was stern

morning and had expended

the table, elegantly cutting

just as he took the first bite.

had planned on darting out of the

“Mr. Sinclair, can I leave

that she was worried about picking up their

head, his gaze sweeping over her from top

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

belt cinching her waist was accentuating her petite figure. The shirt barely covered her thighs; her long, slender legs were looking so smooth and

was an

darkened, “Who allowed you

anger in Lysander’s voice, Fitch and the other staff turned away instantly to busy

glance from others was seen as an

to wear. Was I supposed to wrap myself in a bed sheet

words hung in the air, he stood up

into Thalassa’s heart as he seized