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..

she let out a sigh of relief. Thoughts of Lysander’s coldness and the men’s words gnawed at her. Lysander only had eyes

there she was, not making the cut, invisible to Lysander.

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

backwater town, exuded nothing but a bumpkin

groomed in the arts of dance and piano, her upbringing a veritable fortress built of

society gatherings, designer brands-what hadn’t

apart from Thalassa’s. While Thalassa played

was no

Thalassa catch Lysander’s eye

give up. She was determined to

vulnerabilities that her father could

had left the bar, and with Susan off delivering

cab by the roadside,

approaching. “Ms. Everhart, in such a rush to leave? You