Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 39

In the parking lot of the Lowry Group, Sullivan killed the engine of his sleek black sedan and sat there for a moment, debating internally before he decided to give Megan a call The call went simight to voicemail.

Megan was obviously pissed. He contemplated the reasons. Maybe it was his rough treatment the night before, or perhaps it was how he had slipped away in the dead of night. Surely, she must have overheard Blanca’s words on the phone.

Sullivan leaned back into the leather seat and lit up a cigarette, his free hand still gripping the cell phone. He wondered whether to text her, maybe buttes ner up a bit

But that thought fluttered away as quickly as it came. Sweet nothings and making up–it wasn’t their style. He never loved Megan, not in the past, not now, and certainly not in any imagined future.

As he pocketed his phone, Bianca approached, opening the car door for him with a chirpy energy despite having not slept all night. He always admired her work ethic, which is why she was still around, even after overstepping her boundaries once.

They entered the elevator, and Bianca began to debrief him on his schedule, but Sullivan cut her off.

“Clear your schedule for Thursday night,” he said coolly. “Mrs. Lambert of Daybreak Corp. is throwing a soiree, and you’ll accompany me. The company will cover your shopping spree. You know how crucial the Daybreak project is–don’t screw this up.”

his words. “Mr. Lowry, you want me to… attend Mrs.

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problem at all! Bianca was quick to reassure him, her voice oozing professionalism. “Rest assured, Mr. Lowry. I’ll make a good

a response, Sullivan stepped out of the elevator.

makeup in the mirror. She admired her elegant figure and refined features, thinking that normally, a high–profile event like Mrs. Lambert’s would be

sign, wasn’t it? In his eyes, she was more important than Megan. It seemed she had overestimated Megan’s standing. Megan, Mrs. Lowry, was nothing

the event. After days of searching, she chose an Italian designer

she admired herself in the mirror, she caressed the fabric and smiled,

seven grand, and the store manager assured

to leave

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