The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1117

If Thalassa wasn’t the one who spiked the wine, then why, knowing full well that he was in misery, his body nearly consumed by an internal inferno, did she choose to bolt from the hotel, leaving the door wide open for Susan to swoop in?

It didn’t take long for Lysander to come up with an answer- she had likely taken advantage of his discomfort, running off with the children while he was unable to intervene!

How desperate was she to get away from him that she’d exploit his condition, occupy his time, and even plant other women in his path?

Susan, hearing Thalassa bring up that day at the hotel and the threat of being drugged, felt a shiver of dread. Her eyes flickered anxiously towards Lysander, terrified he might learn that she was the one who had tampered with his drink, and that he’d unleash his fury upon her.

She quickly changed the subject. “You don’t want the drink, huh? Well, never mind then, I’ll have it myself.”

With a sense of urgency, Susan plunged the straw into her juice glass and took several vigorous sips, swallowing with exaggerated gulps to prove the juice was fine.

made-up face. It was so pristine, showing no signs of the

should have been swollen from the force of the

face looked as if

trick to

way back to Lysander’s side,

still puffy from just a couple of slaps, looking like a boiled

with Mr. Ethan here. We’re thinking of using the two hundred grand you gave us to buy shares in the Crawley Group. Why don’t you sit down and take

ingratiate herself with Lysander, and how Lysander brushed her off. He saw Susan’s humiliation but felt powerless to express his anger, speaking up just

interest, turned around, and took a seat

Susan knew it must have

similar swelling after Thalassa’s slaps the day before, but she had iced it down quickly. Today, the marks still lingered on her face but remained