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.

small, seemingly inconsequential gesture didn’t escape Timothy’s notice.

laid down a winning pair with a flourish, “Bennett, you’re not exactly a regular here. What brings you by tonight? What wind blew

tone was indifferent, “Not

I wish you would come by every day

that, Bennett’s lips curved

in a crisp black shirt and slacks beneath a navy peacoat, his tall and lean form effortlessly drew the room’s attention.

gaze flicked back to Bennett.

shifted in his seat, his expression growing

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

from his coat pocket, and casually placed

widened, “Sounds serious!”

for favors? I heard through the grapevine from Lucia that you two are on the brink of divorce. Hasn’t Megan’s settlement

He lit a cigarette, took an indifferent

in attendance, and while Bennett’s face remained impassive sometimes a man’s intuition is

here because of Megan

pale smoke, Sullivan’s gaze deepened as he watched Megan on stage.

cocktail dress, her bare shoulders tantalizing. Her legs

and said, “Let’s play cards. Same

hand?”