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..

wasn’t being followed, she let out a sigh of relief. Thoughts of Lysander’s coldness and the men’s words gnawed at her. Lysander only had

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

coiled in Susan’s heart. How

exuded nothing but a bumpkin aura. High class?

arts of dance and piano, her upbringing a veritable fortress built of cash

society gatherings, designer brands-what hadn’t she

played in the mud, Susan had been mastering the arts.

was no

did Thalassa catch Lysander’s eye and

give up. She was determined

all, Thalassa had vulnerabilities that her father could exploit, ensuring her

the bar, and with Susan off delivering drinks, she

a cab by the roadside,

Everhart, in such a rush to

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