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 disy?


    She was tantly unting her voluptuous figure to entice Lysander, that much was clear.


    Thssa saw Susan''s coy smile filled with ingratiation aimed at Lysander, and felt a stab of difort,


    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. Sinir, do try this," Susan cooed, cing 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 ept 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


    ce. Even if Susan mustered all her courage, she couldn''t dare to leave the drink before him.


    Retracting her hand slightly, Susan''s pride wouldn''t allow her to retreat without a fight. Her family''s


    financial downfall, from riches to rags because of her parents'' failures, haunted her.


    If she couldn''ttch onto Lysander, she''d be doomed to humiliating gigs like yesterday''s clown act for a


    meager paycheck. But if she could just attach herself to Lysander, even without marriage, she''d have


    ess to untold wealth.


    Wasn''t Thssa living proof, having swindled over a billion through her proximity to Lysander?


    Suppressing her resentment and discontent, Susan maintained a smile and turned to Thssa, saying


    sweetly, "Thssa, I remember you like these. Here, have this one."


    If she wanted to get closer to Lysander, she needed him to see how close she was to Thssa. Last


    time, at the Draven International Hotel, it was her newfound rapport with Thssa that had lowered


    Lysander and Joshua''s guard, leading them to drink the spiked beverage.


    As Susan attempted to ce the juice before her, Thssa pushed the ss back toward Susan''s


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    chest.


    "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, likest time, you''ve tampered with it? I


    wouldn''t even know how I died, would I?" Though Thssa''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 prating gaze shifted to Thssa, 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 Thssa; 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.