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!”

strong shove, Lysander sent Susan flying backward, crashing to the ground.

sight!” Lysander’s frosty voice cut through the

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

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

received a different kind of attention.

face contorting in pain, struggling to rise, her eyes welling up as she stuttered an apology, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry, I must have been lightheaded from low blood sugar, nearly falling onto you.

Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood

stepped back to clear the

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

tense, and she paid little attention to the pain in her abdomen. Now that Lysander had left, Susan started to feel that the pain in her stomach had become unbearable,

face twisted with anger and humiliation.

Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall to approach. her

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

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