The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1116

Susan strut around in her low-cut, tight tee and a skirt that flirted dangerously with the upper reaches of her thighs. With a deliberate bend, she set down the juice in front of Lysander.

As she leaned forward, the view down her shirt was unobstructed, and as her hips cocked up, the already short hem of her skirt lifted, offering a glimpse of her backside!

Her seductive, fawning demeanor was obvious.

What man wouldn't be tempted, and what woman wouldn't scoff at such a display?

She was blatantly flaunting her voluptuous figure to entice Lysander, that much was clear.

Thalassa saw Susan's coy smile filled with ingratiation aimed at Lysander, and felt a stab of discomfort, as if her heart was being squeezed. She quickly averted her gaze, refusing to witness such a scene and mentally insisting that no matter how close Susan got to Lysander, it was none of her business.

"Mr. Sinclair, do try this," Susan cooed, placing a specially prepared juice on the table before Lysander, eager for his attention despite his stoic demeanor. "I made it myself; it's delicious."

Despite being rebuffed countless times, Susan couldn't suppress the yearning to win Lysander over, her heart fluttering with desire.

"Take it away! I never accept anything from strangers, especially unknown beverages. Who knows if it's tainted?" Lysander's gaze was icy as he dismissed her, his words sharp and cutting. Though he seemed to be criticizing the drink, his insinuation was clear- Susan was the unclean element with impure intentions.

Susan’s hand trembled, holding the juice; Lysander's formidable presence pinned her yearning heart in place. Even if Susan mustered all her courage, she couldn't dare to leave the drink before him.