The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 932

As Susan teetered on the brink of collapse into Lysander’s arms, Ethan furrowed his brow and gripped his phone tighter, debating

whether to dial Thalassa’s number.

Susan was smug inside, confident that with her allure, she could nab Lysander’s affections.

She let her body fall towards Lysander, but suddenly a foot braced against her.

Susan’s eyes caught sight of a shiny black loafer pressing against her midsection, blocking her advance.

Lifting her gaze, she met Lysander’s icy stare filled with revulsion.

“Mr. Sinclair…” she cooed, but the next second, pain shot through her abdomen.

“Ouch!”

shove, Lysander sent Susan flying backward,

Lysander’s frosty voice

the room, witnessing Susan’s dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum,

of Susan’s plight. He’d always known that Lysander wasn’t one for the ladies. Countless sultry beauties had tried their luck and been coldly dismissed.

his eye, shared his bed, and received a different kind of attention. No

ground hard, her face contorting in pain, struggling to rise, her eyes welling up as she stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been lightheaded from low blood sugar, nearly falling onto you. Fortunately, you pushed

let me see you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood and

clear the way

and pain overwhelmed her. She’d dressed to kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not spared her a glance, instead kicking her

the pain in her abdomen. Now that Lysander had left, Susan started to feel that the pain in her

face twisted with anger

executives, who had been eyeing Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall to approach. her before, now

them leered. “Why don’t you spend the night with us? It would make all the effort you put into dressing up