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

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

were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink into the background, not daring

but stifle 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

received a different kind of attention.

“Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been

over Susan before he stood and left the

back to clear the way for

dressed to kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not spared her

entire body was 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 her stomach had

with anger

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

Mr. Sinclair’s standards are too high. Not just any woman can catch his eye. But we’re not so picky,” one of them leered. “Why don’t you spend the