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 the ground.

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

executives around the room, witnessing Susan’s dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink

help but stifle a chuckle at the sight of Susan’s plight. He’d always known that Lysander wasn’t

a different kind of attention. No other woman could come

stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been lightheaded from low blood sugar, nearly

a next 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 for

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

in her abdomen. Now that Lysander had left, Susan started to

with anger and

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

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

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