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,

frosty voice

tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink into the

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

shared his bed, and received a different kind of

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.”

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

clear the way for him.

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

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

with anger

Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall to

Sinclair’s standards are too high. Not just any woman can catch his eye. But we’re not so picky,” one of them leered.