The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet 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.

"I couldn't possibly, Susan. How could I dare to drink anything you've prepared? Especially when you've made it yourself – I'm even more cautious. What if, like last time, you've tampered with it? I wouldn't even know how I died, would I?" Though Thalassa's tone seemed light, her words were icy and pointed.

She didn't spell it out, but her implication was clear- the drug in the drinks at the Draven International Hotel had been Susan's doing.

Lysander's penetrating gaze shifted to Thalassa, and he saw the hostility in her eyes when she faced Susan. He suddenly understood that the drug in the wine wasn't administered by Thalassa; it wasn't a ploy to bring him and Susan together.

Instead, it was Susan who had drugged the wine, using herself as bait, drinking the tainted beverage to lower his guard and seduce him, then making her move on his room.