Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 28

Blanca’s eyes betrayed an unmistakable adoration. Back in collage, she had a crush on Sullivan. But her affection was insignificant among the throngs of elite heiresses.

Sullivan sat down opposite her

Bianca offered a slight smile, adopting her professional demeanor, “Now that Megan has returned, she’ll be taking over these matters. Mr. Lowry, do I still need to keep track of Megan’s living expenses and jewelry purchases?”

Sullivan brised at her words.

Megan’s reasons for wanting a divorce echoed in his head the same trivial matters.

Seeing his silence, Bianca took the initiative. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lowry. Il manage everything smoothly”

Sullivan watched her quietly. He was a man of keen perception, always aware of which women fancied him or had designs on him. He never minded before because it never interfered with his life.

But now, Bianca was overstepping.

After a half–minute of contemplation, Sullivan spoke in an even tone, “Next month, you’re relocating to our Canadian branch. Your position and salary will remain unchanged.”

a rigid smile. “Mr. Lowry, I have a boyfriend now!”

Sullivan remained silent.

month, Mr. Lowry, you’ll receive my wedding

feet. “I’ll look forward to

He would not allow her to harbor such feelings for him. She couldn’t help but

his tracks. After a moment, his voice carried a stern

flirtatious siren. Bianca seemed to have never understood

for most of the day, waking up as dusk was settling in.

was dim, lit only by the soft light filtering through the curtains.

have been Sullivan who changed her into it… The memories of the drunken night flooded

he played with

wait to reach the bedroom to slide off her stockings. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. The belt buckle was uncomfortable, and in her hazy state, she had reached for

covered her face with her hands. She didn’t want to remember and even less to face it.

watching her. He had been in a two–hour video conference earlier, so he was dressed in formal attire, a crisp white shirt and black trousers,

Megan

be contemplating, Sullivan spoke flatly, “Nothing happened! Drunk as you were, what could have