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!”

sent Susan flying backward, crashing to

of my sight!” Lysander’s frosty voice cut through the air.

dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink

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

received a different

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

see you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood and

panicked, stepped back to clear

overwhelmed her. She’d dressed to kill, her scent alluring,

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

face twisted with

Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall to approach.

Mr. Sinclair’s standards are too high. Not just 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