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!”

a strong shove, Lysander sent Susan flying backward, crashing to

sight!” Lysander’s frosty voice cut

tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum,

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

shared his bed, and received a different kind of attention. No other woman

the ground hard, her face contorting in pain, struggling to rise, her eyes welling up as she stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been lightheaded from low blood sugar,

let me see you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood and left the private booth, leaving a trail of

back to clear the way for

frustration and pain overwhelmed her. She’d dressed to kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not spared her a glance, instead kicking her away.

her entire body was tense, and she paid little attention to the pain in her abdomen. Now

face twisted with

the gall to approach. her before, now stood up and moved closer with desire

woman can catch his eye. But we’re not so picky,” one of them leered. “Why don’t you spend