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.”

process his words. “Mr. Lowry, you want me to… attend Mrs. Lambert’s party with you?”

that a

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

a response, Sullivan stepped

the mirror. She admired her elegant figure and refined features, thinking that normally, a high–profile event like Mrs. Lambert’s would be an occasion for a wife, but Mr.

she was more important than Megan. It seemed she had overestimated Megan’s standing. Megan,

lot of effort for the event. After days of searching, she chose an Italian designer gown–romantic yet intellectual, and white

caressed the fabric and smiled,

the store manager assured her, “We’ll keep this gown

about to leave when her phone

instructed, “Mrs. Lambert wants Megan to come early to help out, but I suggested you instead. Take down the address and get in touch with