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 backward, crashing to the

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

around the room, witnessing Susan’s dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink into the background,

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

bed, and received a different kind of

the ground hard, her face contorting in pain, struggling to rise, her eyes welling up as she stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been lightheaded from low blood sugar, nearly falling onto you. Fortunately, you pushed me away. I promise this won’t happen again.”

gaze swept over Susan before he stood and left the private booth, leaving a

stepped back to clear the

to kill, her

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

face twisted with

yet lacked the gall to approach. her before, now

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