Chapter 1117


    If Thssa wasn’t the one who spiked the wine, then why, knowing full well that he was in misery, his


    body nearly consumed by an internal inferno, did she choose to bolt from the hotel, leaving the door


    wide open for Susan to swoop in?


    It didn''t take long for Lysander toe up with an answer- she had likely taken advantage of his


    difort, running off with the children while he was unable to intervene!


    How desperate was she to get away from him that she''d exploit his condition, upy his time, and


    even nt other women in his path?


    Susan, hearing Thssa bring up that day at the hotel and the threat of being drugged, felt a shiver of


    dread. Her eyes flickered anxiously towards Lysander, terrified he might learn that she was the one


    who had tampered with his drink, and that he''d unleash his fury upon her.


    She quickly changed the subject. "You don’t want the drink, huh? Well, never mind then, I''ll have it


    myself."


    With a sense of urgency, Susan plunged the straw into her juice ss and took several vigorous sips,


    swallowing with exaggerated gulps to prove the juice was fine.


    Thssa eyed Susan''s heavily made-up face. It was so pristine, showing no signs of the ps she had


    delivered just the day before.


    Her face should have been swollen from the force of the blows.


    How could it be that overnight, Susan’s face looked as if nothing had happened?


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    Had she used some secret trick to quickly reduce the swelling?


    To worm her way back to Lysander''s side, Susan clearly went to great lengths.


    In contrast, Lucy''s face was still puffy from just a couple of ps, looking like a boiled ham hock.


    "Susan, we''re discussing business with Mr. Ethan here. We''re thinking of using the two hundred grand


    you gave us to buy shares in the Crawley Group. Why don''t you sit down and take a look at the


    materials?"


    Bruce had observed the entire scene—how Susan tried to ingratiate herself with Lysander, and how


    Lysander brushed her off. He saw Susan''s humiliation but felt powerless to express his anger, speaking


    up just in time to spare her any further embarrassment.


    "Oh, investing in the Crawley Group, huh? How''s that looking?" Susan feigned interest, turned around,


    and took a seat by Lucy, barely ncing at Lucy''s puffy face, devoid of any concern.


    No need to ask; Susan knew it must have been the consequence of Lucy''s run-in with Lysander.


    Her own face had experienced simr swelling after Thssa''s ps the day before, but she had iced


    it down quickly. Today, the marks still lingered on her face but remained concealed beneathyers of


    foundation.


    Thssa watched as Susan flipped through the papers, and a remark from Bruce suddenly clued her


    in on the origin of the two hundred thousand dors.


    It was Susan''s money. Susan, just a small-time model with expensive tastes—a single handbag costing


    tens of thousands—didn''t make enough to cover her expenses.


    Where did she get two hundred thousand dors for Bruce to y the stock market?


    Could it be Lysander''s doing, a payoff after a night together?


    As Thssa pondered this, her gaze drifted involuntarily to Lysander.


    At that moment, Lysander''s deep, piercing eyes met hers, and in that instant of eye contact, Thssa


    thought of the intimate encounter between him and Susan and the subsequent payoff. Her heart


    clenched, her breathing quickened, and she instinctively bit down on her teeth.


    Her look, filled with annoyance, broke away from his gaze.


    "Mr. Ethan, if we''re done for today, I''ll be heading out," Thssa said to Ethan, eager to leave.