The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

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..

a mass of gyrating bodies providing cover. When she was sure she wasn’t being followed, she let out a sigh of relief. Thoughts of Lysander’s coldness and the men’s words gnawed at her. Lysander only

not making the cut, invisible

Susan’s heart. How was she

exuded nothing but a bumpkin aura.

piano, her upbringing

society gatherings, designer brands-what hadn’t

world was poles apart from Thalassa’s. While Thalassa played in the mud, Susan had been mastering

was no

Lysander’s eye

up. She was determined

had vulnerabilities that her

with Susan off delivering drinks, she

a cab by the roadside,

Thalassa saw Callum approaching. “Ms. Everhart, in such a rush to leave? You haven’t delivered the drinks to the private booth, have