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

a glimpse of Megan on stage, Timothy casually laid down a winning pair with a flourish, “Bennett, you’re not

was indifferent, “Not welcome?”

you would come by every

curved

black shirt and slacks beneath

back

shifted in his seat, his expression growing more

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

He sat down across from Timothy pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, and casually placed it on the coffee table before speaking. Tm taking Megan back to the family estate for the night. Grandma’s been

widened, “Sounds

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

sharing the details of his marital woes. He lit a cigarette, took an indifferent drag, and exhaled a thin

remained impassive sometimes a man’s intuition is

here because of Megan

the haze of pale smoke, Sullivan’s gaze

black cocktail dress, her bare shoulders tantalizing. Her legs were a work of

a long moment before he looked away and said, “Let’s

hand?”