Chapter 933

Susan kept a harmless smile plastered on her face as she placated the men.

“There we go, that’s more like it.” The men were comforted by Susan’s words.

“Why don’t you guys figure it out?” suggested Susan.

The three men looked at each other, each one eager to be the first to step up.

Seeing them distracted, Susan eyed the exit, made a beeline for the door, flung it open, and dashed out.

“Stop her!”

The realization hit the men like a ton of bricks; they had been duped. They scrambled after her, but it was too late. Susan had sprinted out of the private booth and was now weaving through the crowded club.

With so many witnesses, the men couldn’t just drag Susan away without causing a scene..

When she was sure she wasn’t being followed, she let out a sigh of relief. Thoughts of Lysander’s coldness

she was, not making the cut, invisible to

coiled in Susan’s heart. How was she any less

some backwater town, exuded nothing but a

Susan had been groomed in the arts of dance and piano, her upbringing

brands-what hadn’t

Thalassa played in

no

Lysander’s

wouldn’t give up. She was determined to be Lysander’s

Thalassa had vulnerabilities that her father

the bar, and with Susan off delivering drinks, she thought she’d head

cab by the roadside, Thalassa heard someone call her

rush to

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