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

Lysander’s frosty

Susan’s dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to

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 luck and been

received a different kind of attention. No other woman could

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

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

to clear the way for him.

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

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

with anger

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

are too high. Not just any woman can 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