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!”

Susan flying backward, crashing to the

frosty voice cut through the air.

executives around the room, witnessing Susan’s dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink into the background, not daring to provoke

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

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

eyes welling up as she stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been lightheaded from low

be a next time. Don’t let me see you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood and left the private booth, leaving a trail of chilling

panicked, stepped back to clear the

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

abdomen. Now that Lysander had left,

with

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

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