Chapter 933

Susan kept a harmless smile plastered on her face as she placated the men.

“There we go, that’s more like it.” The men were comforted by Susan’s words.

“Why don’t you guys figure it out?” suggested Susan.

The three men looked at each other, each one eager to be the first to step up.

Seeing them distracted, Susan eyed the exit, made a beeline for the door, flung it open, and dashed out.

“Stop her!”

The realization hit the men like a ton of bricks; they had been duped. They scrambled after her, but it was too late. Susan had sprinted out of the private booth and was now weaving through the crowded club.

With so many witnesses, the men couldn’t just drag Susan away without causing a scene..

sure she wasn’t being followed, she let out a sigh of relief. Thoughts of Lysander’s coldness and

she was, not making the cut, invisible to Lysander.

bitter twist of anger coiled in Susan’s heart. How was she any less

exuded nothing but a

contrast, Susan had been groomed in the arts of dance and piano,

society gatherings, designer brands-what

While Thalassa played in the mud, Susan had

was no comparison!

Thalassa catch Lysander’s eye and not her?

give up. She was determined to

all, Thalassa had vulnerabilities that her father could

left the bar, and with Susan off delivering drinks, she thought she’d head home.

by the roadside, Thalassa heard someone call her

to leave? You haven’t delivered the drinks to the private booth, have

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255