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!”

sent Susan flying backward, crashing to the

Lysander’s frosty

mum, trying to shrink into the background, not daring to

help but stifle a chuckle at the sight of Susan’s plight. He’d always known that Lysander wasn’t one for the ladies.

a different kind of

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

Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood and left the private booth,

stepped back to clear the way for

leave, frustration and pain overwhelmed her. She’d dressed to kill, her scent alluring, yet

entire body was tense, and she paid little attention to the pain in her abdomen. Now that

with anger and humiliation.

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

woman can catch his eye. But we’re not so picky,” one of them