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

Lysander’s frosty

the room, witnessing Susan’s dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying

He’d always known that Lysander wasn’t one for the ladies. Countless sultry beauties had tried their luck and

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

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

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

stepped back to clear the way for

overwhelmed her. She’d dressed to kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not spared her a glance, instead

to the pain in her abdomen. Now that Lysander

face twisted with anger and humiliation.

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 faces.

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

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