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!”

Susan flying backward, crashing to the ground.

of my sight!” Lysander’s frosty voice cut

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

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

Thalassa had caught his eye, shared his bed, and received a different kind of attention.

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

over Susan before he stood and left

clear the way for

her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not spared her

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

face twisted with anger and

and Ethan gone, the middle-aged executives, who had been eyeing Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall to approach. her

one of them