Chapter 931


    Susan caught sight of him, allowing a polite smile to grace her lips.


    Callum nced 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. Sinir a ss..." Ethan, anticipating Thssa,


    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."


    "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 Sinir family charity ball, where she, alongside Charlotte, had framed Thssa for stealing a


    bracelet, only to be tossed out of the event by Lysander.


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    And now she reappeared!


    "Allow me to exin, I''m Ms. Everhart''s sister. We had a minor misunderstanding, but we sorted things


    out today. As Thssa had an urgent matter to attend to, she requested that I step in for her," Susan


    exined, sensing Ethan’s icy gaze. Realizing he might recognize her as the one who framed


    Thssa, she cleverly justified her presence and subtly aligned her rtionship with Thssa.


    A sisterly bond could hold no grudges overnight, could it?


    Hearing this, Ethan took a deep breath and remained silent.


    Thssa''s sister?


    That was something Ethan had not anticipated.


    After exining herself to Ethan, Susan cautiously turned her gaze towards Lysander, and uponying


    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,


    unweing aura. His chiseled features were so striking that one couldn''t help but be captivated.


    Susan''s heart fluttered uncontrobly at the sight of such a magnificent man. She was determined to


    make him hers!


    With a warm smile ying on her lips, she approached Lysander, bending forward to pour the wine into


    his ss.


    She purposefully lowered her neckline, her voice cooing, "Mr. Sinir, 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 nce.


    The 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 copse 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 Thssa''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 be Lysander''s woman.