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.

It was so pristine, showing no signs of the

swollen from the force of

it be that overnight, Susan’s face looked

some secret trick to quickly

back to Lysander’s side,

face was still puffy from just a couple

grand you gave us to buy shares in the Crawley

Lysander, and how Lysander brushed her off. He saw Susan’s humiliation but felt

Crawley Group, huh? How’s that looking?” Susan feigned interest, turned around, and took a seat by Lucy, barely glancing at Lucy’s puffy face, devoid of any concern.

knew it must have been the

similar swelling after Thalassa’s slaps the day before, but she had iced it down quickly.