Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 40

Sullivan’s lips curved into a smirk, signaling the caddy to tee up before he leaned into his stance and swung. He watched where the ball Landed.

As he strolled toward the spot, he drawled, “Since when did you get to know me so well? Yeah, you gotta keep a tight leash on the missus, dont want her catching other fellows‘ eyes. Right, Bennett?”

Bennett’s expression soured. After a moment, a cold sneer played on his lips. But sometimes, no matter how tight you hold on, it doesn’t make a difference, does it? There’s a saying. Love is like sand in the hand–hold too tightly, and it slips through your fingers.” Under the setting sun, the fairway was a stretch of lush green.

Clad in a crisp white polo and slacks, Sullivan exuded casual elegance as he focused on his next shot.

Two strokes and the ball was in the hole.

Sullivan lost interest in playing further. Handing his clubs to the caddy and taking a towel to wipe his hands, he flashed Bennett a grin. “Bennett, since we were kids, I’ve never failed to get what I want. Besides, you know my temper,”

He didn’t want to fall out with Bennett over Megan. Though she was his wife, Megan hadn’t reached the level of importance in his heart that warranted a full confrontation. A gentle warning should suffice.

With that Sullivan took his leave.

expression indifferent. He didn’t

much before, but now he found himself yearning for Sullivan to let her go, to get a divorce. Perhaps then he might

expected Bianca to botch things up-

out at Mrs. Lambert’s estate, but

a titan in the business

old saying. “Even when you strike a dog, you must consider its owner, which just showed

wronged. Mrs. Lambert had not only berated her but also sent a message for Megan to come

looking at Sullivan’s expression, whispered, “Mr. Lowry, I think this deal might be dead in the water Mr. Lambert must have someone else in mind; otherwise, his

exactly did Mrs. Lambert ask

Lowry, I really did my best! But Mrs. Lambert insisted on having Megan over, especially for tomorrow’s dinner party.”

harbored a secret desire- Hoping against hope that she’d be the one attending the

quietly, then made a decision on the spot. “Tomorrow’s dinner

but belittle Megan. “But Megan doesn’t understand a thing about

leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on his subordinate, his tone indifferent. “But Megan understands Mrs. Lambert. And,

she persistently declined his