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!”

a strong shove, Lysander sent Susan flying backward,

sight!” Lysander’s frosty voice cut through the

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

at 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. No other woman

ground hard, her 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. Fortunately, you pushed me away. I

be a next time. Don’t let me see you again!” Lysander’s piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood and

to clear the way

She’d dressed to kill, her scent alluring, yet Lysander had not

in her abdomen. Now that Lysander

face twisted with anger and

Ethan gone, the middle-aged executives, who had been eyeing Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall

But we’re not so picky,” one of them leered. “Why don’t you spend the night with us? It would