The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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 flying

sight!” Lysander’s frosty

Susan’s dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink into the background,

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

had caught his eye, shared his bed, and received a different kind of attention. No other woman could come

stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry,

piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood and

to clear the way

kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not

pain in her abdomen. Now that Lysander had left, Susan started to feel that the pain in her stomach had

face twisted with

who had been eyeing Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall to approach. her before, now stood up and moved closer with

can catch his eye. But we’re not so picky,” one of them leered. “Why don’t you spend the night with us? It would make all the effort you put into dressing up worth it.”