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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!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith 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.
Susan, panicked, stepped back to clear the way for him.
As she watched him leave, frustration and pain overwhelmed her. She’d dressed to kill, her scent alluring, yet
Lysander had not spared her a glance, instead kicking her away.
Before, her entire body was tense, and she paid little attention to the pain in her abdomen. Now that Lysander had
left, Susan started to feel that the pain in her stomach had become unbearable,
Her face twisted with anger and humiliation.
With Lysander and Ethan gone, the middle-aged executives, who had been eyeing Susan hungrily yet lacked the gall
to approach. her before, now stood up and moved closer with desire written all over their faces.
“Susan, Mr. Sinclair’s standards are too high. Not just any woman can catch his eye. But we’re not so picky,” one of
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthem leered. “Why don’t you spend the night with us? It would make all the effort you put into dressing up worth it.”
Susan felt disgusted as the sleazy trio moved in on her. The humiliation she’d suffered at Lysander’s hands turned
into rage.
She lashed out at the men, her voice losing any trace of softness, “Back off! You think you can have a piece of me?
Look in the mirror before you get such lofty ideas!”
“Whoa, the little lady’s got a temper!” one of them sneered.
“You weren’t so high and mighty when you were flaunting yourself in front of Mr. Sinclair!”
“We’ve decided we want you tonight! You’re nothing but a reject that Sinclair didn’t want. No more playing the
prude!”
The men dropped all pretenses, their faces darkening with intent as they closed in on Susan.
Feeling threatened, Susan’s expression quickly shifted to one of appeasement, her tone softening.
“You’re right,” she said with a forced smile, “I was ready to give myself away tonight, and since Mr. Sinclair isn’t
interested, you might as well have me. But there are three of you. How will you decide who goes first? Maybe you
should talk it over?”
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