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!”

a strong shove, Lysander sent Susan

my sight!” Lysander’s frosty voice cut through the air.

room, witnessing Susan’s dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink into the

stifle a chuckle at the sight of Susan’s plight. He’d always known that Lysander wasn’t one for the ladies. Countless sultry beauties had tried their

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

hit the 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

see you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan

panicked, stepped back to clear the

dressed to kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not spared her

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

twisted with anger and humiliation.

the middle-aged executives, who had been eyeing Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall

of them leered. “Why don’t you spend the night with us? It would make all the