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!”

Lysander sent Susan flying backward, crashing to the ground.

frosty voice cut

keeping mum, trying to shrink into the background, not daring to provoke

known that Lysander wasn’t one for the ladies. Countless sultry beauties had tried their luck and been

bed, and received a different kind of attention.

her eyes welling up as she stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been lightheaded from low blood sugar,

Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he

back to clear the

kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not spared her a glance, instead kicking

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

twisted with anger and

the gall to approach. her before,

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

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