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The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel 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!"

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

"Out of my sight!" Lysander's frosty voice cut through the air.

The executives around the room, witnessing Susan's dramatic tumble, were stunned, each keeping mum, trying to shrink into the background, not daring to provoke Lysander further.

Ethan couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at the sight of Susan's plight. He'd always known that Lysander wasn't one for the ladies. Countless sultry beauties had tried their luck and been coldly dismissed.

Only Thalassa had caught his eye, shared his bed, and received a different kind of attention. No other woman could come close.

Susan hit the 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 promise this won't happen again."

"There won't be a next time. Don't let me see you again!" Lysander's piercing gaze swept over Susan before he stood and left the private booth, leaving a trail of chilling air.

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