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 moment, she forced a rigid smile.

Sullivan remained silent.

teeth. “Next month, Mr. Lowry, you’ll receive

time, Sullivan lazily rose to his feet. “I’ll look forward to your good

aware that Sullivan had seen through her feelings. He would not allow her to harbor such feelings for him. She couldn’t help but ask, “Mr Lowry, is

voice carried a stern edge as he said, “No! It’s because you’ve crossed the

needed was a competent secretary, not a flirtatious siren. Bianca seemed to have never understood that.

had been in and out of consciousness for most of the day,

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

must have been Sullivan who

played with her

carried her upstairs and, in his impatience, didn’t even wait to reach the bedroom to slide off her stockings. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. The belt buckle was

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

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

found Megan awake and lost

flatly, “Nothing happened! Drunk