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

frosty voice cut through the air.

witnessing Susan’s dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink

Lysander wasn’t one for the ladies. Countless

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

Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been lightheaded from low blood

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

stepped back to clear the way for him.

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

the pain in her abdomen. Now

face twisted with anger and humiliation.

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

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