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Chapter 931
Susan caught sight of him, allowing a polite smile to grace her lips.
Callum glanced at her and then at the bottle of red wine she was clutching, maintaining his usual half-smile. He
nodded ever so slightly in her direction before sidestepping her and exiting the private booth.
Meanwhile, Susan made her way inside.
“Ms. Everhart, would you be a dear and pour Mr. Sinclair a glass…” Ethan, anticipating Thalassa, began his request
with a chuckle, but as he turned, he was met with an unfamiliar face.
Ethan’s smile faded, his eyes taking on a cool edge, “Who are you, and where is Ms. Everhart?”
He recognized the bottle of wine in the woman’s hands; it was one from his private collection at the club..
With a gentle and kind smile, Susan replied, “I’m Susan. Ms. Everhart had to leave unexpectedly, and she asked me
to step in and serve you gentlemen.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Ms. Everhart left without a word to me?” Ethan was taken aback.
After scrutinizing Susan for a moment, realization dawned upon Ethan. He had seen this woman before at the
Sinclair family charity ball, where she, alongside Charlotte, had framed Thalassa for stealing a bracelet, only to be
tossed out of the event by Lysander.
And now she reappeared!
“Allow me to explain, I’m Ms. Everhart’s sister. We had a minor misunderstanding, but we sorted things out today.
As Thalassa had an urgent matter to attend to, she requested that I step in for her,” Susan explained, sensing
Ethan’s icy gaze. Realizing he might recognize her as the one who framed Thalassa, she cleverly justified her
presence and subtly aligned her relationship with Thalassa.
A sisterly bond could hold no grudges overnight, could it?
Hearing this, Ethan took a deep breath and remained silent.
Thalassa’s sister?
That was something Ethan had not anticipated.
After explaining herself to Ethan, Susan cautiously turned her gaze towards Lysander, and upon laying eyes on him,
her posture instinctively bent in deference.
Lysander’s presence was overpowering, lounging in his chair with a cigarette in hand, exuding an icy, unwelcoming
aura. His chiseled features were so striking that one couldn’t help but be captivated.
Susan’s heart fluttered uncontrollably at the sight of such a magnificent man. She was determined to make him
hers!
With a warm smile playing on her lips, she approached Lysander, bending forward to pour the wine into his glass.
She purposefully lowered her neckline, her voice cooing, “Mr. Sinclair, this wine has such an enticing aroma, it’s
making me quite
envious.”
Lysander’s gaze remained frosty, and he didn’t spare her a glance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe executives at the table couldn’t help but let their eyes slither down to Susan’s plunging neckline, their bodies
reacting to her sultry voice as if they had been struck by a spell.
Ethan could see right through Susan’s act, his expression turning stern as he watched her every move.
A sister swooping in for her sibling’s man? Intriguing.
After pouring the wine, Susan sensed Lysander’s disregard, which bruised her ego. Yet, she was not one to give up
easily.
Setting the bottle on the table, her smile unwavering, she stood up and then suddenly clutched her head with a
flirtatious whimper, “Oh dear, my blood sugar must be low, I feel so dizzy.”
She staggered, intentionally falling towards Lysander.
She had aimed for his chest, ready to collapse into his embrace. She had deliberately spritzed herself with a
fragrance known to drive men wild, confident that once Lysander got a whiff, he wouldn’t be able to resist.
And with her provocative attire and voluptuous figure, which outshone Thalassa’s by miles, Susan was certain that
once Lysander felt her touch and inhaled her scent, he would be utterly overwhelmed. Tonight, she was determined
to become Lysander’s
woman.
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