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

a winning pair with a flourish, “Bennett, you’re not exactly a regular

indifferent, “Not

chuckled, “Are you kidding? I wish you would come by every

Bennett’s lips curved in

in a crisp black shirt and

back to Bennett.

shifted in his seat, his expression growing more

Timothy said, “Sullivan’s here too! What’s this…

and casually placed it on the coffee

widened, “Sounds

position to ask Megan for favors? I heard through the grapevine

He lit a cigarette, took an indifferent drag, and exhaled a thin stream of smoke.

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

was here because of

Sullivan’s gaze deepened as he

bare shoulders tantalizing. Her legs were a work of art–slender, straight porcelain,

away and said, “Let’s play cards. Same stakes as usual? One

hand?”