Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 24

He was hell–bent on making things tough for Megan, leaning to the side with a smirk, testing the watern, “Hey, Sullivan, look who’s here–Megan!”

Sullivan fiddled with his lighter, not making a peep.

Bennett

was

sure now–Sullivan didn’t care about Megan, so he called out to her on stage, “Hey Megan, over here!”

Megan looked their way. She knew Bennett was up to no good, but Timothy was there, and she had to show him some respect

Approaching. Bennett poured her three glasses of red wine. He spoke with feigned politeness, “Megan, what a surprise to bump into you here! When you married Sullivan, Victoria threw a bit of a tantrum, I’m here to apologize on her behalf today!”

Bennett was a regular socialite–what was drinking to him?

Three glasses of red wine were like sipping water

He stared at Megan after downing his drink, “Megan, you’re Mrs. Lowry now. You wouldn’t look down on me, would you? Refuse to let bygones be bygones?”

Timothy sat there, a long finger propped against his chin.

Megan was one of his people originally, so it was his place to step in. But since Sullivan hadn’t said a word, what was he to do? Besides, he was curious to see Sullivan’s reaction.

glanced at

couch, still

playing

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Sullivan’s eyes were half–closed, emotion

He was about to offer some words of peace

asking softly. If I drink these three glasses, does that mean you’ll never trouble me again, no matter

narrowed slightly.

a hard

expected Megan to be so much smarter

three glasses were indeed enough to put Megan on the spot!

we’ll wipe the slate clean. Even if you

to fear him backing out on his word. She looked down at

knock her out, but she had no choice but to drink… the Quigley family was on shaky ground, and she couldn’t afford another enemy.

her head back and downed

skin of her face flushed a soft pink, spreading to the tips of her ears, Her eyes gained

chest. He didn’t quite

finally spoke

Bennett wouldn’t let up, still intent on making a point.

it, but she picked up the third glass, her slender fingers

about to drink, Sullivan spoke