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 backward, crashing to the

my sight!” Lysander’s frosty voice cut through

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

He’d always known that Lysander wasn’t one

eye, shared his bed, and received a

struggling to rise, her eyes welling up as she stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been

over Susan before he stood and left the

back to clear the way for him.

him leave, frustration and pain overwhelmed her. She’d dressed to kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not spared

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

with anger and

Lysander and Ethan 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

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 all the effort you put into dressing up worth