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!”

a strong shove, Lysander sent Susan

Lysander’s frosty voice cut through

mum, trying to

help 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

eye, shared his bed, and received a different kind

as she stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been lightheaded

a next time. Don’t let me see you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over

to clear the way

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

little attention to the pain in her abdomen. Now that Lysander had

face twisted with anger

been eyeing Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall to approach. her before, now stood up

not so picky,” one of them leered. “Why don’t you spend the night

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