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!”

Lysander sent Susan flying

Lysander’s frosty voice cut

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

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

Thalassa had caught his eye, shared his bed, and received a different

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

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

clear the

her. She’d dressed to kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had

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

twisted with anger and

gone, the middle-aged executives, who had been eyeing Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall to approach. her before, now stood up and moved closer with desire written all over their faces.

we’re not so picky,” one of them leered.