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

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

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 luck and been coldly dismissed.

his bed, and received a different kind of attention. No

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

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

clear the way for

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

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

with anger and humiliation.

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

one of them leered. “Why don’t