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.”

forced a rigid smile. “Mr.

Sullivan remained silent.

clenched her teeth. “Next month, Mr. Lowry, you’ll receive my wedding invitation!”

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

allow her to harbor such feelings for him. She

his tracks. After a moment, his voice carried a stern edge as he said, “No! It’s because you’ve

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

of consciousness for most of

dim, lit only by the

the ivory silk nightgown she was wearing. It must have been Sullivan who changed her into it… The memories of

car, he played with her body.

stockings. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. The belt buckle was uncomfortable, and in her hazy state, she had reached for it…

didn’t want to remember and even less to

two–hour video conference earlier, so he was dressed in formal attire, a crisp white shirt and black

found Megan

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