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!”

shove, Lysander sent Susan flying backward, crashing to

Lysander’s frosty voice cut through

tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum,

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

eye, shared his bed, and received a different kind of

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, nearly falling onto you. Fortunately,

time. Don’t let me see you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood and left

stepped back to clear the way

watched him leave, frustration and pain overwhelmed her. She’d dressed to kill, her scent alluring,

entire body was tense, and she paid little attention to the pain in her abdomen. Now that Lysander had left, Susan started to feel that

face twisted with anger

and Ethan gone, the middle-aged executives, who had been eyeing Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall to approach. her before, now stood up and moved closer with desire written all over their

any woman 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.”

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