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!”

strong shove, Lysander sent Susan flying backward, crashing to the

of my sight!” Lysander’s frosty voice cut through

room, witnessing Susan’s dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink into the background, not daring to provoke Lysander

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

and received a different

an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been lightheaded from low blood sugar,

you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood and left the private booth, leaving a trail of

panicked, stepped back to clear the way

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

body was tense, and 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

the gall to approach. her before, now stood up and moved closer with desire written all

catch his eye. But we’re not so picky,” one of them leered. “Why don’t you spend the night with us? It would make all the effort you put into dressing up