Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 33

Megan was caught off guard.

Due to some business with Victoria Leach, Bennett hadn’t exactly been Mr. Congeniality with her lately, and just the other night, he’d given her a hard time.

And now he was offering her a ride

Instinctively, Megen felt there was an ulterior motive. She took a step back, her tone distant. “Bennett, you said you’d stop giving me a

hard time.”

Benisett just looked at her, assessing. Finally, he let out a few words, almost carelessly, “I did say that.”

And with that, he drove off, his black Land Rover leaving twin trails of exhaust in its wake.

Megan thought the Bennett issue was settled.

But that evening, she saw him again on the 56th floor of Regal Bolt, sitting at a card table with Timothy and a few others, conspicuously without the usual entourage of starlets or models.

When Megan took the stage, Bennett glanced up.

gesture didn’t escape Timothy’s

stage, Timothy casually laid down a winning pair with a flourish, “Bennett, you’re not exactly a regular

tone was indifferent, “Not welcome?”

wish you would come by every day and spread

curved in a slight smirk…

arrived. Dressed as if he’d come straight from home, in a crisp black shirt and slacks beneath a navy peacoat, his tall and

flicked back to Bennett.

seat, his expression growing more

inscrutable smile, Timothy said, “Sullivan’s here too! What’s this… coming to pick

from his coat pocket, and casually placed it on the coffee

smile widened, “Sounds

you still in a position to ask Megan for favors? I heard through the grapevine from Lucia that

details of his marital woes. He lit a cigarette, took

and while Bennett’s face remained impassive sometimes a man’s intuition is particularly sharp,

because

Sullivan’s gaze deepened as

sleek black cocktail dress, her bare shoulders tantalizing. Her legs were

he looked away and said, “Let’s play cards. Same stakes

hand?”