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 ground.

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

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

of Susan’s plight. He’d always known that Lysander wasn’t one for the ladies. Countless sultry

received a different kind of

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

won’t be a next time. Don’t let me see you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he

clear

to kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not

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

face twisted with

had been eyeing Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall to approach. her before, now stood up and moved closer

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