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 the ground.

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

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

stifle a chuckle at 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

Thalassa had caught his eye, shared his bed, and received a

contorting in pain, struggling to rise, her eyes welling up as she stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must

see you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over

clear the

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

to the pain in her abdomen. Now that Lysander

twisted with

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.

one of them